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 have previously mentioned that I keep a second diary here at DD. It is a summary of the doings of the forum that I help to administer. I stopped keeping this diary a week and a half ago. I was frustrated because it was taking an hour or more of my time a day…
Working hard. Hardly working. I’m not entirely sure how both can be simultaneously true, but then I love a good oxymoron. Today is a jumbo shrimp kind of day. Yesterday’s seminars went well. Free breakfast was a bust, and the boxed lunches they provided failed to excite as well. Still, what did I expect for…
Not particularly flattering, eh? Ah well, I’ll take “apple” over “banana” any day of the week. Finally heard from The Professor, who made a quick pass through cyberspace last night. He found a way to download one of the digital pictures from his camera onto the net (don’t ask me how; I didn’t think he…
Technically this entry isn’t accurately titled. Quite a few men and women have gone here before, for this is a story about the downstairs “powder room” make-over. We’ve lived in the condo for a while now, and though I made a push to repaint the downstairs three years ago, I ran out of steam after…
… and why has she now asked me fifteen times in the last hour if I want to lose weight? Damned spam-meisters.
I suppose eventually someone around here is going to point out how unprofessional it is to have these hanging in my office.
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.