I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger. Like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.

Buffy ,'Showtime'


Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Strix - Mar 14, 2014 10:46:32 am PDT #22340 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Theo, YGallBladderPainMV, but the gall bladder attacks I had were the worst pain I've ever had, even counting the aftermaths of two major gut surgeries.

This might be a precursor (not a doctor!); I don't remember if I had precursor pains, but the actual attacks themselves were truly awful and incapacitating.


Amy - Mar 14, 2014 11:03:16 am PDT #22341 of 30000
Because books.

he kept repeating that I didn't have to do a thing, that they guys would take care of everything.

Aw! But also as it should be.


Lee - Mar 14, 2014 11:10:13 am PDT #22342 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

What Amy Said!

And it's Friday! What are people doing this weekend?

I have too much cleaning and too many errands to do. which means I will probably spend the weekend thinking about doing them.


msbelle - Mar 14, 2014 11:15:50 am PDT #22343 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I am working wah wah wah, but it is not much, so we should be done before noon, still have to be here at 6:30. BOO!


Connie Neil - Mar 14, 2014 11:49:28 am PDT #22344 of 30000
brillig

I'm getting a raise this year. $300. A year. Apparently it was a slow year this year (and our last release sucked donkey balls). $25 or so a month isn't anything to sneeze at--OK, I would sneeze at that, but I won't yawn.


Ginger - Mar 14, 2014 12:08:07 pm PDT #22345 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Bon bon and Bon-bobette made me buy frozen rhubarb. There was fresh rhubarb, which hardly ever happens, but if I was spending that amount of money per pound on something, it would be lobster. There was no chance of a pre-made pie.

The bagger put a 3-lb bag of potatoes, a 3-lb bag of apples, a 5-lb. bag of flour and a half gallon of milk in the same bag.


Sheryl - Mar 14, 2014 12:15:36 pm PDT #22346 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

Alas, I have no pie, nor do I have any plans to get pie today.

Going to see Peggy Seeger in concert tomorrow night. Otherwise, pretty quiet weekend.


msbelle - Mar 14, 2014 12:21:27 pm PDT #22347 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I just had a driver tell me he did not know the order of the months. THEY CELEBRATE WILLFUL IGNORANCE. WHY MUST I WORK WITH THESE PEOPLE!?!?

I really think I need to work at a lefty non-profit after this place. Planned Parenthood of Texas is sounding good.


Theodosia - Mar 14, 2014 12:43:58 pm PDT #22348 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"

Jesse got the right forecast. Rain of toads, indeed.

Dr. Google tells me that you can have "silent" gallbladder attacks. I suppose I'm going to have to call my doctor, but not until Monday.

I have Tylenol-3 left over from my toe, so I'm not too worried about a sudden increase in pain and consequential unplanned ER visit. After all, I can just give up eating until I see someone, right? (::crickets::)


SuziQ - Mar 14, 2014 12:52:25 pm PDT #22349 of 30000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I just had a driver tell me he did not know the order of the months.

Wait. What? How? Ok, don't answer. I'm just outraged and confused on your behalf. That driver needs to turn in his adult card.

Meanwhile, I need a cattle prod or taser or something for my son. Dude, we are moving tomorrow, we still have lots of crap that isn't in boxes or in the "put it in a car" pile. Get a move on.