...the wild Ryan, in its natural surroundings, is truly breathtaking to behold. Note the total confidence, the unconcerned manner in which it lolls on its bwankie. This creature is totally in command of its environment.
...Jim is now going to try to get a little closer to the Ryan. Go ahead, Jim. Jim, just go. Go! Jim is creeping closer to the Ryan. We are confident that, though the Ryan can be dangerous, Jim is entirely protected by his fwuffy teddy beaw camouflage.
That's it, Jim. That's...oh, God. Oh, GOD! JIM! Look out! Oh, Lord, it's got him! It's...oh, it's too horrible...it's SNUGGLING Jim, it's...I can't look...
...Oh, the drool! THE DROOL! OH, GOD!
We'll return to Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom after these messages...
niiiiiiice Ryan spotting, guys.
that needs to be commaed but i don't have the wherewithal. been cleaning out snow from driveway. my hands hurt so badly. typing is a good kinda stretchy, but shift key is wrong kind of stretchy. snow up to my knees on one side of my car. want to kiss the snow-clearing crew of the parking lot next door, as they just took care of the end of our driveway for us.
{{{P-C}}} How scary! I'm glad you are ok.
Things are looking slightly better this morning. I am looking forward to going to Mom's for our big Christmas Eve fish dinner.
Boy, nothing sucks the Christmas Spirit right out of you like payroll not being deposited.
Lovely ring, smonster.
Great presents for the boy, Steph.
P-C, what an awful experience. I hope you're feeling better today.
I love the Ryan posts.
As for me, I've been spending my time in MI with my sister and niece and nephew's girlfriend (the guys had to work yesterday). I really like my nephew's girlfriend, and I hope they'll make things permanent. She's an anime and Who watching, Linux and penguin loving, shy, sweet geek girl. I'd actually have some idea of what to get her for Christmas, which is more than I can say for many of my blood relatives.
Oh crap, Aims. Merry Fucking Christmas indeed.
P-C that sounds hellaciously scary, but I think someone else probably got mugged (or almost), and you weren't the target. That, or it was guys fucking around with each other. That probably doesn't help the adrenaline hangover much, though.
Boy, nothing sucks the Christmas Spirit right out of you like payroll not being deposited.
Phooey. A pox on your employers.
P-C, I got mugged many years ago in France. Don't be surprised if you are wary for some time. Do what you need to do to feel safe. ::hugs::
Merry Happy, as the Dean said on Community.
Boy, nothing sucks the Christmas Spirit right out of you like payroll not being deposited.
That happened to me on Easter. What is it with pagan-coopted-by-Christian holidays and lack of paychecks?!?
I'm on day 6 or 7 of this fucking cold, and it just won't die. We have lunch with my Dad (for which we have to leave in 23 minutes, and The Boy is not back from the pharmacy yet -- for his Rx, not mine -- and then has to shower when he comes back, grrrrr), and then dinner with my mom and stepdad's family. In between that, The Boy needs to go to a garden store to get a stone turtle or something for him mom, because he's not done shopping.
I could handle Christmas with ADD better if I weren't sick. Instead, I'm just sitting on the couch in my bathrobe muttering imprecations.
