connie - if it is any consolation, my sister has been living with a husband in this condition for many years. he has also picked up the swedish speed metal affliction.
I send you earplugs.
eta because that was not the word I wanted.
Yeah... That went well.
Mal ,'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[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.
hippocampus - Aug 19, 2008 11:31:18 am PDT #2301 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Connie Neil - Aug 19, 2008 11:34:23 am PDT #2302 of 10001
brillig
because that was not the word I wanted.
earpugs? Cause they'd be cute.
Barb - Aug 19, 2008 11:39:41 am PDT #2303 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
earpugs?
They block noise by snoring.
Sparky1 - Aug 19, 2008 11:42:00 am PDT #2304 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
earpugs? Cause they'd be cute.
But they'd wiggle a lot and you'd have to walk them.
I just took too much joy in telling a librarian she can't go to a free lunch downtown.
Also, we seem to have a mouse in our kitchen (I refuse to speak in the plural about this). With regard to the crickets I happily called the exterminator and told him to KILL KILL KILL! However, I am weepy over what is going to happen to poor Stuart Little.
Barb - Aug 19, 2008 11:44:32 am PDT #2305 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
However, I am weepy over what is going to happen to poor Stuart Little.
Oy, Sparky, don't name the little beast! Especially not Templeton. (Okay, he was technically a rat, but still...)
Sparky1 - Aug 19, 2008 11:45:49 am PDT #2306 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Too late!
::sniffle::
I did suggest to my DH that I go away for a couple of weeks so that he could deal with the problem but he seemed to think I was kidding.
Ginger - Aug 19, 2008 11:48:00 am PDT #2307 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The mouse is not Stuart Little. The mouse is a ravenous filthy beast from hell that will put holes in your cereal boxes, chew on your wiring and leave tiny brown "presents" everywhere. If the mouse starts talking and wearing clothes, then you can get weepy.
"I'm pooping in the rainforest!"
No more nature shows for you, Owen.
Cashmere - Aug 19, 2008 12:00:04 pm PDT #2308 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
No more nature shows for you, Owen.
He could grow up to be like Bear Grylls.
He and Liv have switched to playing in some water in one of the beer coolers from the weekend. I should really get these guys a water table.
omnis_audis - Aug 19, 2008 12:00:20 pm PDT #2309 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
after much head bashing, PDF reading, and inserting a hub, it looks like my laptop and the mixer are slowly talking to eachother. It is currently syncing the two. Apparently the 'mac doesn't need a crossover cable' is a software thing that Bootcamp or Parallels can't access. What does that mean? It means things are slowly getting better.
Gadget_Girl - Aug 19, 2008 12:35:22 pm PDT #2310 of 10001
Just call me "Siouxsie Shunshine".
{{{{{ND}}}}} and much ~ma to you.
Today was a half day because of TS Fay. Of course, there has been very little rain. DD called a faculty meeting for 7 this morning to micromanage our day. As classes were starting DD came over the intercom to tell everyone that teachers had to work a full day regardless of what happened with the students. Later he came over the intercom to let teachers know we could leave for lunch after the kids were gone; however, we were required to attend a faculty meeting at 2 pm. We get into the faculty meeting and, after listening to him ramble for 10 minutes he told us we could leave for the day because we had "earned it". Gosh he is a micromanaging jerk!
The school is insane, too. I was doing 'warm body counts' for my classes today. First block: 23 kids, Second block: 12 kids, Third block: 34 kids, Fourth block: 16 kids. Yeah, my 3rd block has all my Drama students in it; yet, they tell me there aren't enough kids in that class to make 2 classes. Is it me or are they on crack?
Is the week over, yet? I'm exhausted and my feet are killing me. Gronk.