I'm watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas right now, AIFG!

Why do the holiday stamps suck? I mean, I don't have anything against cross stich, per se, but on a stamp?

I don't really have post-apocalyptic skills, per se, but I know useful things. Like: you can use a coffee grinder as a mill to make flour in a pinch, and you have to leach acorns before you eat them, and a fair amount of what flowers you can eat and what you can't. I should start learning to make cheese, then I'd have a skill.

I make an excellent rules-following grunt. I could probably spread the Word of Jilli pretty well.

Oh, WindSparrow, i'm so sorry. That sucks rocks. And rope. And blows dead goats at the same time.

WS, that really sucks. I hate the insurance business so so much.

Oo! Debet can teach the younger ones, and I'll get the older ones!

I can take the middle ones! Unfortunately, I suspect I would accompany Gris in not surviving. Bad lungs and on a few lifetime meds. As soon as I couldn't find calcium pills, I'd go.

I went ahead and called in sick for tomorrow again. I really need my voice back, please.

I hope you get your voice back soon, ChiKat.

bonny, I also had flashbacks as a major complication so Joe (GM) would put me in situations that would set off my leaky brain pan and put me immediately into a flashback and cause me to cause harm to those who prolly didn't deserve it. Like omnis_audis' monk character.

Oops.

Oops? OOOPS! I'm trying to keep the body guards from doing harm to this lil lady, and she slashes me! And, being the monk that I was, with a thing for "defending the defenseless", I kept the guards at bay, while she kept hurting me! Thank joss for those knock out injections.

teee hee hee. Those were fun days. :: sniffle :: I miss the Miracleborns.

Tho, I can't complain, Sean_K is kicking butt as GM in DnD too. I guess I should count my lucky stars, especially after Bonny_Fides GM horror. Yikes! Who's playing the characters?

It was always fun to see Joe's reaction to (esp NoiseDesign) wacky "well, i take the xxx and do a ...." and Joe's head explode. Teeheehee. Or Sean's 10 million plot point perfect shot.

OK, I'm stopping now.

Thanks, all. I feel like I've got all the stress, low pay and no benefits of being a minimum-wage-slave, and all the fuss and bother of having a job that actually means something to me.

Do you ever want to climb on top of a building and scream, "Somebody pay attention to me"? I'm having that kind of day. Thing is, if someone actually tried to pay attention to me, I'd probably squirm away and scream, "Leave me alone!"

What is wrong with me? Argh.

We can scream together, Kristin.