As part of the digestion process, you mean? Maybe. But refrigerated potatoes taste funny.
Hmm... I was raised on 'frigerated taters... time to see if they're EVEN YUMMIER without.
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.
As part of the digestion process, you mean? Maybe. But refrigerated potatoes taste funny.
Hmm... I was raised on 'frigerated taters... time to see if they're EVEN YUMMIER without.
Cool, dark place with plenty of air flow. I covet potato bins.
My cat's been more possessed than normal, too. He's got a pathetic little quack-mew he does when he wants attention, and nothing we do makes him happy.
I have been known to say "English, motherfucker!" to meow-happy cats.
I have a meower who is also a poker. You ignore his wahs, or for that matter, his intense stare, he reaches out and pokes you with a claw. Just about every morning while I dry my hair, he sits behind me, poking my calf, wahing. If he's near your face he'll try to plant a paw (no claws) on your nose or mouth.
Have you ever had a moment where you just went, "Damn, I am good at my job!"?
Yeah, just had one. I think Imma celebrate when I get off.
There was a report no one in the region could figure out how to get the data for. It didn't even have to be complete, just no one could figure out how to look for it.
Who figured it out? Well, can you answer this:
WHO'S THE AWESOMEST ADMIN EVAH!?!?
This morning I finally realized why Perkins the cat has been meowing at me like crazy the last couple of days. I thought it was because he was getting less food than normal, and wanted more, when really it was because I'd forgotten to put his water bowl back out after rinsing it out the other day. He still had access to drinking water, but he made it very clear that I get a FAIL for the week, and I kind of have to agree with him.
YAY - DJ
Booo - Lee
S'all I got. Spent everything else over in Bitches.
Have you ever had a moment where you just went, "Damn, I am good at my job!"?
I got an e-mail today thanking me for providing "quality and quantity."
That's right, with me, YOU GET BOTH.
I have 55 minutes left in the work day, but I'm feeling all, "Well my work here is done!" about it.
I shall amuse myself by looking up Elvis Costello videos. Huzzzah!