Poor guy doesn't understand why I just took it away. I feel like a bad mom.

He'll probably lump it in there with other things humans do that he doesn't understand. Like wearing clothes.

My search-fu is weak. Somebody explain the root thing, because I know it, but not well enough to either find it, or explain it, and it will be like one of those jokes you have to explain and the funny will all leak out.

Deena! billytea! Anne! It's too darned cold here, too. I'm askeered to go see if we have a degree or not. I've got a fleece vest, a lap blanket and a space heater under my chair, and I'm thinking about going back to bed.

It was a Buffista joke. Something about a poor, third-world woman - all she had was a root. And then a Buffista mentioning that there's probably a woman who's poorer still, thinking "I wish I had a root."

Ah, that's it! I knew I'd heard it somewhere. Thanks Tommy.

My skipping ways have been shamefully revealed. {{Cass}} I'm sorry.

I went back to bed, took a nap, and had a nightmare where someone insulted my (irl nonexistent) carpentry skills and tried to burn down the house when I told him to leave and never return.I woke up extremely upset with the crazy not-real-person.

It was a Buffista joke.

It was bon's joke. Teppy can quote it to you verbatim.

I think it was a root and a goat.

I thought it was Betsy for some reason.

Ah, here we go.

Betsy: The building with the cookies is having a fire evacuation.

No cookie for me.

I went for a walk around the lagoon.

A walk is not a cookie.

I returned to the vending machine. They were out of Peanut M&Ms, so I got Plain. Then I went upstairs.

We don't have any unflavored fizzy water. We only have artificial berry-flavored.

My plans for the remainder of the afternoon: Sulk.

Allyson: So in third world speak, it'd be all:

I went out to get an egg this morning but some sort of beast ate my hen, so I had to suck on the same root I had yesterday.

Then I decided to walk to the watering hole to get a bucket of water to start boiling leaves for that friggin' whooping cough that won't let up, and tripped over my 8th youngest kid, who succumbed to the ebola.

It's just not my day.

bon bon: Did I tell you all about my rich neighbor who has a chicken and seven kids? She's really got it made. Me, I'm a spinster. I WISH I had some root and a husband. At least I have one leg to take me past my daily stoning.

I thought it was Betsy for some reason.

Because Betsy's so witty? That's a good reason. But it was definitely bon. It is bon's own "eat a muffin whitey" - applicable in so many situations.

eta: With able assists from Betsy and Allyson!

Yay! Thanks for finding the quote. I had a vague memory but no specifics. Hee.

I'm sorry for the head ouchy, vw. Toto will forgive and forget.

always get a carpal tunnel flare up when I take levaquin

The quinolone antibiotics are excellent in terms of being big-gun antibiotics for resistant infections or, you know, ANTHRAX. (Not the band.) (Though they might need some antibiotics, I don't know.)

However, they wreak merry hell on your joints. Cipro fucked my joints big time when a dumb-ass associate of my regular doctor gave it to me for an ear infection.

AFAIK, there's not much to combat the joint issues, other than taking your painkiller/antiinflammatory of choice.

(And yes, I could have quoted the root and husband verbatim, but I was too slow.)

Ventured out into the single-digit temperature last night to go to Target for knifey goodness. Now I need to chop things.

My plan for today's exceedingly ass-cold-ness (high of 13) is to go work out very soon, while the sun is out (not that it really helps much, but it's a psychological comfort), and then stay inside for the rest of the day, baking and reading and watching the Puppy Bowl.

I live on the edge.