ERIN!!! She was positively ganged up on last night, peer pressure on high, asking her "and why aren't you on b.org!?!?" finally peer pressure doing something good!
I finally got to meet the charming billytea. It was a fun Buffistas night, & now that Erin is here, it was a completly B.org group. Laga, missed you!!
Also, bt, nd, & kt: your wisdoms are wise, & thanks for the advice. I
am going to play blissfully ignorant & let the chips fall as they should.
Sean, cat was very cute. Oo that reminds me, I got a very funny cat video. When I get to work I'll figure out a way to share itwith the group.
Ok this is me getting ready for work. Really. I am moving. Gronk. Can't I stay in bed instead? Who wants to go to work on a Sunday?
not me! And my cell phone didn't notice the time change so I got up an hour earlier than I needed to.
heh. took Iris to play with an old, old, old (20+ years) boyfriend's daughter who is the same age. Riot. They had a good time, and DH left off his "you mean you dated people before me?" teasing.
The bowtie kitty photo is awesome; thanks Sean! made my very gronky morning.
I got a very funny cat video. When I get to work I'll figure out a way to share itwith the group.
Oh don't kill yourself on our behalf.
Whee, Erin! Very glad you're here.
We really did have more fun than should be legal last night. We played an epic game of Settlers of Catan (expanded version for 5-6). Omnis won, but it was a close game. Also ridiculously 12 ("I've got wood for your sheep...heh, heh...")
Remember, with brick use lots of lube.
He's quoting billytea. I'm going to thwap him anyway.
They caught someone drawing the swastikas. They're pretty sure that the person they caught isn't the person behind all of them, though -- just two or three of them.
Welcome erin_obscure!
Ditto.
Spent yesterday at the hospital with faux-mom and today visited her husband. Oh my. This will be hard. She's hating everyone for trying to get her to 'do things right'...like eat and do the pt that will get her out of the hospital bed and he's fretting about me using their car while I live there and spent a good portion of our time together yelling at Bartleby.
Sample: Him--Hey! Dog! Quit scratching fleas all over my house! Me, in a quiet tone--Gordon, he does not have fleas. Him--Why is he scratching then!! Me--His collar itches him. He doesn't usually wear it in the house. Him--Well...
This is the functionally blind fellow...or so I was led to believe. Bartleby was a good 20 feet away when he made the offending motion.
I get that, at 95, one has the option of being a concrete thinker, but his being a supreme grump is only getting worse.
I love them. They are wonderful, wonderful people in a very bad situation but...oy.
