The daily chuckle
I truly enjoyed yesterday’s comments, especially one in particular.
If only she knew….
I truly enjoyed yesterday’s comments, especially one in particular.
If only she knew….
I seem to have escaped the clutches of bronchitis only to fall into the arms of some gnarly gastro-intestinal ailment. I’ll spare you the gorey details; let it be sufficient to say that you should be glad that this isn’t transmissible through the web. I sent out an email to the ex last night telling…
If anyone really, really, really wants to see my initial rant on this from last Friday, they can go to The Meaning of Words, which should open up in a separate window if I coded that correctly. Anyhow, a few more disjointed musing. A word of warning: do not presume by reading this that you…
The Professor and I watched “Dead Man Walking” last night. I found it especially interesting in light of the recent execution of Timothy McVeigh. The movie was neither pro- nor anti- death penalty. It was instead a view of the last days of life on death row, and a story of redemption (at least, of…
Actually, the title has nothing to do with anything, but then again, neither does this entry. Friday was supposed to be my “easy” day at work. The shifts end early Fridays right now, so I should be able to leave early myself. It didn’t work out that way. Instead of leaving around 3:30, I didn’t…
“One is never sure, watching two cats washing each other, whether it’s affection, the taste or a trial run for the jugular.” -Helen Thomson Well, I am apparently going to Nashville. I pushed the main office on Friday, asking where my hotel confirmation was. And Lo! There it was in my in-bin, yesterday morning. This…
These blaggards have just ruined all my anticipated fun. There is no way in hell I ever anticipated a response from them. I was looking forward to emailing them daily, with the missives getting progressively more off-the-wall and tongue-in-cheek. I was going to eventually collect them all, create a book, sell it to a top-line…
Three simple letters: LOL!
RYC: No, no liquor appeared other than what we bought 🙂 She kept quiet about the poptart, though.
RYC: …or Gollum…
I mean Gollum could hunt me some coneys. I didn’t mean that I want Gollum in my stew.
EUW.