Go Sean with the mad cooking skillz!
{{Raq}} Good grief. I can't imagine having to deal with that level of stupidity.
Have fun with the billytea, Cass!
makes out with Tom Scola
Glad you are feeling better vw. Poor Toto.
A little ~ma for a co-worker's doggy. Remington found cheeze-its by the edge of the lake and being a normal dog scarfed them down. Unfortunately one of them had a fish hook inserted because some kid was using them as bait. He had endoscopic thing done with no success, then a little explorative surgery with no success. It seems to be logged in the wall of his esophagus and they don't like to cut there unless it gets worse. Poor Remmy. Poor Remmy's dad who is watching him every second. He'll probably come to work with him today so we can all watch. He's a big happy lab. He seems unaware, but x-ray says hook in esaphagus.
billytea and I are up because I'm taking him to the CalTrain station. Portland next on the whirlwind tour.
Go Sean with the kitchen mastery! Well done, sir.
Oh, that poor dog!
Raq,the exchange rate story made me a little sick. The spouse of a Congressional rep doesn't know about exchange rates?!?
Maybe you should let MS Word change NATO to nacho. "We've replaced several politcal and diplomatic institutions with snack foods. Let's see if anyone will notice."
Oh, Laura! That's awful! Poor puppy! Toto and I are sending lots of ~ma and love.
OMG! Was I a cute kid, or what??! [link] and [link]
Cute kid indeed!
And I'm sorry about mis-reading "recital" as "rectal." I think Word is getting to me.
The spouse of a Congressional rep doesn't know about exchange rates?!?
Nope. And the way she spat the word "tax" was sort of funny, given where the money is coming from to pay for her jaunt here. (Including that €218).
It just keeps getting better. They decided that rather than touring the Plaka and seeing the Acropolis, they'd go back to the hotel. But they didn't tell anyone, least of all the escort and security detail waiting for them at the Plaka. It's not a lot of effort; everybody's got all the phone numbers, and all one of the lordlings has to do is wave his hand and say, "Someone notify the escort."
And they are still bitching about not being allowed to break crockery. There's a dinner for them tonight, 90 guests representing about 85% of the wealth of Greece. Not multi-millioniares;
billionaires.
If the DH and I go (unlikely), it would be the single most expensive meal I've ever had. The CODEL wants to see some village dances, and maybe we could get one of those guys to play one of those guitar-thingys?
"We are a simple people, sahib. We sing, we dance. (Arrange for a power outage in the capital.)"
t /Doonesbury
I'm kind of hoping they get drunk and start busting china. It would fit with the "Yo, Blair!," molesting-the-German-Chancellor style of US foreign policy.
I want my evil, rich Republicans to be old money, with some finesse. Is that too much to ask?
Boggles. No words, just no words, Raq.
Healthy dog~ma to Laura's happy lab. friend and to Toto.
Raq - I just...wow.
~ma to all.
Somehow my coffee seems to have been extra loaded this morning. I feel like my body is zinging everywhere and yet my brain is still slugish.
Heh. I hear ya Gris--getting some always makes me want more. Evil.
yeah, I'm kinda scared to break my NGA streak. I might go mad if I have a one night stand.
