Buffy ,'Lessons'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Glad to hear new boss seems to be of like minds with you!
Loki's been on my lap all evening. Pumpkin's on the radiator. As much as I love having a lapful of cats, it's a clear demonstration of who is the smartest feline in the house. (Loki gets disturbed because I have to pee and stuff. Pumpki's only moved to warm another side. Belleh is displayed now.)
I think I've picked up all the discounted Brach's candy corn I dare to for now. All that's left in the clearance carts is the odd flavors, like pumpkin spice and Indian corn. Not sure what the difference in between Candy Corn and Indian corn, and I'm not going to find out. My stash of 6 bags will have to suffice.
Holy crap, turns out my high school football rivalry (Mayfield vs Cruces, I went to M) is one of the biggest hs rivalries in the nation. I mean, we used to play at NMSU's stadium and the whole damn town came out (mixed marriages aplenty) and they've since gotten their own university worthy stadium for hs football, but still. Never really got we were a FNL town. Well. I guess I did, but it didn't seem all that.
My first attempt at meatloaf has been a decent success. I'll need to up the amount of meat and cut the amount of oregano. It should be absolutely scrumptious tomorrow. I'm thinking I should make meatloaf and just put it in the fridge and eat it cold from the start.
A Master Site Suggestion, if you will.
My inner 13 year though of another name for it, a word that also begins with "master".
These blood pressure medicines can go to hell. I'm not taking them anymore. Too bad my doctor's office isn't open tomorrow. Hope he's the doctor on call. I'll ask if I should taper off or if I can just stop. See, I'm trying to be responsible even as I'm being noncompliant. I see him again in a week anyway, he can give me something else. Or not. Don't really want to take any more fucking medicine for a problem I'm not even convinced I have.
Oh, do tell, TB.
I thought I did. A Master Site Plan that is only a suggestion seems to just by crying out for a Masturbation joke - at least to my inner 13 year boy.
Of course when I worked in a small field office for a large company years ago, we had a classification for certain reports the parent company required - PMFTAOOCM ("Public Masturbation For The Amusement Of Our Corporate Masters").
Someone did mah hair last night. This means wet hair for market. And it's barely above freezing. Where's my hat?
It's a blustery November day out there all right.