I am looking forward to the MEARANT.
No fair! She already has the meara named after her. (The quote and response thing. She started it. Back in the before time, on TT or WX or sommat. Point being, she already has a ...thing...named after her.)
Wait. There's Barb? Nobody told me there was going to be Barb--I'd have been here sooner.
Ahhhgghh. I just had to scramble for the remote to mute. There was a Gaelic soprano doing her rendition of the lady of the ban sidhe. Impressive pipes, but the neighborhood dogs are all howling.
Ginger is a most excellent neighbor.
Well, my neighbor is a most excellent neighbor too.
Beverly, you're making me laugh since I meticulously read the FAQ long, long ago when I was still lurking. I thought it was so awesomely written and funny and interesting. And the Meara thing I loved. So I loved the Meara before I even met the Meara and then when I met Meara I really loved both. And you don't have to call it a Mearant. But I'm gonna. It only applies to her rants, though.
Yours would be a Bevrant.
Barb! Whee!
Jilli, we are one in PMS and chip eating tonight!
raises hand
Though I was in Graphic Design class tonight, so I could not properly fume and slounge as is the ordained duty and right of PMS. I did glare daggers at the maladjusted jackass that a) stole my seat and b) ended up CLIPPING HIS FINGERNAILS in the last 10 minutes of class. Blech.
J, have I mentioned how much I am enjoying seeing your homework every week? It's inspiring.
Aw, thanks doll! I'm kindly sparing y'all snapshots of my "sketching", because I'm sure newborns can draw better than I can. Next week, a poster goes up! Whee!
Hey Barb, pusher of cabana boys!
No fair! She already has the meara named after her. (The quote and response thing. She started it. Back in the before time, on TT or WX or sommat. Point being, she already has a ...thing...named after her.)
True. So who else d'you want to enverb? Or nounify?
Perhaps providing a disturbing link could be itaing? Supplying indepth information about esoteric animals could be billyteaing?
...Actually, surely if someone becomes synonymous with ranting, surely it should be Joe?
I feel I should declare my solidarity with the chip-eating PMS-ers - although really, in my case it's not so much with the P, and rather than chips I've made improvised griddletop (for I have no oven) peanutbutter cookies, and nommed them. Er, and also 72% swiss chocolate.
Nom nom nom.
Hi, Barb.
Ginger is, indeed, a good neighbor. She makes me wanna buy insurance, is how good she is.
There was some other stuff I was going to say, but most of it has escaped. I had a good brain day at work, was on top of all kinds of stuff, but it exhausted me. And now? I got almost nothing.
Except, I have to say, that for as cute as vw is over her CBD... oh, he's cute, and sweet, and likes many kinds of carrots, including the kinds of carrots that are like bacon and also eggses made by vw, and it makes us happy to see vw happy... well, I'm sorry but no guy compares to mine.
I was preparing to get all butch and fix some bits on the innards of our toilet, after having performed some exploratory reaching in and looking. But, chivalrous fella that he is, Daniel manfully strode forth and dealt with it himself, on purpose to spare me from having to touch the icky, corroded, sitting in the water for who-knows-how-long bits. Geez, we clean the toilet bowl but the only time anyone ever thinks about cleaning the inside of the toilet tank is when they are faced with having to reach down into it to fix the flapper and other parts. My mechanical inclination is sufficient to do the job, but not sufficient to make me happy about the general ick. But I don't have to. Cuz I have a Daniel.
