Hmmph indeed. What kind of spider?
Also, G says hi to you and Allyson.
Mal ,'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hmmph indeed. What kind of spider?
Also, G says hi to you and Allyson.
I just emailed him. Like, just. Between my post and coming back here.
No idea on the spider. The general opinion was that that's how they look, with the symmetrical lump and the puncturey thingummy.
Apparently I might need to spray or something. Way too tired to even contemplate.
That's funny (the G part, not the spider part).
Apparently I'm sporting a spider bite.
They're on the attack this week. One pounced on me from the hallway ceiling as I walked out my bedroom door last night. I shrieked. Roommate, upon seeing the size of said spider, feared for her cat's life.
I killed it with Hush Puppies.
ita, I seem to be a spider magnet. The bites are annoying and take forever to heal; I suggest antiobiotic ointment and a band aid for a couple of days to help it to heal.
Skipping and poking head to post that, to the best of my memory and my "Beep Me" reading, Nora Deirdre "If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me" Oct 8, 2004 5:29:30 pm PDT means that today is Nora and Tom W's anniversary. Happy day and a wonderful year to the both of them!
Happy anniversary to Tom and Nora!
Was late to work this morning. Buses suck. The interwebs ate my post about it.
Jars is awesome! Which I'm sure you all knew, but I'm just confirming it. The Somervillians should show her a good time when she's in Boston next week.
Your cheque's in the post, SA.
And everybody should always show me a good time. There should be law.
I am supposed to be on a 7am call. I overslept. the callee is not at his desk.
I was having teh following dream this morning - was moving to a small university town, somehow I had a connection. For some reason my own college was having a reunion there. Therew as some sort of big event going on that everyone was attending. At times in the dream it was a movie, then a basketball game, then a boxing match (and honestly, I would never attend a boxing match, so weird). Anyhoo, I was moving to this college for a job and bemoaning the lack of suitable housing for me, my husband, AND OUR FOUR KIDS. jesusita. Anyway I was pointed toward this awesome historic building on campus that was actually three apartments in what looked from the outside like a single home and the space was totally perfect. The dream ended with me finding out that some non-college related big business developer was trying to buy the building to make it into like double the amount of apartments. And I was pulled into the fight to save the building. CRAZY.
Your cheque's in the post, SA.
Beer money!
And everybody should always show me a good time. There should be law.
Or at least a very strict guideline. Lessee. Cheetos. Krispy Kreme if you can swing it. Biscuit mix. Um. Was there something else?
bemoaning the lack of suitable housing for me, my husband, AND OUR FOUR KIDS.
maybe it's prophetic!