Another oddity here. My ears make that crackling noise all the time. Um.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My sisters make 2 more oddities.
hee.
We, on the other hand, are practically perfect in every way. ...
Dudes, I has both skipped and skimmed. And why, you ask? Because instead of turning off the cable TV and leaving us the internets as requested, the cable dude cut off our signal altogether. On Friday. And wouldn't come fix the screwup until today.
And so I had no internet at all until this morning, where it's the Work Internets and the Catching Up On Homework Internets, and not the fun kind of internets at all except in skip-and-skim between work ways. It's a really dark scary world.
t shudder t twitch
Oh, Ginger. I am so sorry.
Weatherman says we have a mini Snowpocolypse coming. 8 inches in the next 24 hours.
Ick.
amych! How awful!
Timelies all. I have a complete draft of the thesis. YAY! It's still got a bunch of work, but it's not terrible. Another yay!
Sorry you had to start the day with that adrenaline surge ohmygodIoverslept thing. On the other hand, "Daddy, can you wake up and talk to me?" is very cute.
DJ, I think you've already had way more than your quota of snow.
I have no other thinking this morning. You know you're too full of gronk when you lose track of what you're doing and take off the pair of pants you just put on.
Morning, All!
My SIL and bro left for the hospital few minutes ago - her water broke this morning. SIL's birthday and due date are tomorrow so we are hoping the baby has the same date (except that it *is* April Fool's and that has always been a big pain for SIL.)
You know you're too full of gronk when you lose track of what you're doing and take off the pair of pants you just put on.
Not enough coffee in the world?
Stephanie, that's very exciting! Yay!
You know you're too full of gronk when you lose track of what you're doing and take off the pair of pants you just put on.
I stood there this morning staring at my pants, before putting them on, thinking "I know I want those. For something. Now what was that again?"
Over the years I've developed some sort of auto-pilot for the morning. It only jumps the rails when I do actually stop and think. So, you know, AutoMorningJoe is putting on his pants when some random neuron sparks and says "What are those? Hey, do you remember Manimal? That was an awesome show. Airwolf sucked, though. I wonder what they would call a jelly doughnut if no one had invented jelly?"
Then you realize you're sort of wandering around the kitchen with one leg bare and the other trailing your pants with a cold cup of yesterday's coffee in your hand trying to figure out if you want to use the microwave or the toaster to heat your coffee and muttering "Shut up, me. SHUT UP! Stupid Part of Brain, go back to sleep until I get to work! Smart Part of Brain, resume control and get me to work, at which time you may cede control to Stupid as per usual!"
I believe the inside of my brain is far more interesting than the parts I have conscious use of and access to.
I occasionally have to get an ear candle and clean the wax out.One time I was quite deaf on one side.