I'm heading off for my Turkey Day adventures in just a few hours, but I couldn't leave without wishing you all a fabulous (American) Thanksgiving and a wonderfully relaxing (and hopefully long) weekend.
Misery is being at work on a Sunday afternoon with too much to get done and absolutely no inclination to do it.
Also, being at said place of work and sweating one's pits off.
Pet Society on Faceb00k is an evil timesucker, but you should totally sign up and be my friend.
Has anyone else noticed that the food at Wendy's has gone downhill since Dave Thomas died? Maybe he was buried with some secret recipes or something, but it seems to me that it used to be decent (for that sort of thing) and now it's inedible.
I am not now receiving any all e-mails mailed to my domain-related accounts, so if you need to reach me please click on the email link on the upper-left side of the home page feel free to leave a comment or click on the e-mail link in the sidebar.
Why won't someone take me away from all this?
On the up side, at least the boss isn't here.
On the down side, *I* am still here.
What are you doing for Thanksgiving this year? I'm going to the Berkshires with the non-blogging members of my family, and we'll spend the holiday with close family friends. What are your plans?
P.S. It gets better: There is a construction crew here in my office building working on repairs and improvements to the main stairwell and common-area floors. They just informed me that I will be trapped in my little department for the next hour as they pour and set some concretey-type stuff on the dug-up floors in the lobby outside our door. Let's hope I don't need to go wee for a while, 'cause we don't have one back here.
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My team had better win tomorrow, and it had better not require recounts to make it so.
I keep waiting for someone to ask when the baby's due.
It's not even winter yet and my nasal passages are like the Mojave. With craters.
I don't hate my ASL class, but that's the only thing I don't hate right now.
The cat of the house has taken to pouncing on me several times during the night. While this may be predictable feline behavior, I do not enjoy it and would like to take this opportunity to tell her to cut that sh1t out.
No amount of sleep seems to be enough lately.
The upstairs neighbors must have just gotten a bowling lane installed in their living room. I have nothing against bowling, but I prefer the atmosphere (you'll pardon the expression) in an actual bowling alley. Any suggestions on how I might tactfully bring this up to the neighbors?
I think my job is giving me an ulcer.
No matter how many times I think I've killed them all, there's always one more little gnat in my kitchen.
I wish egg rolls counted as a vegetable.
Women's shoes are the work of the devil.
I will be personally affronted if you don't/didn't vote on Election Day, preferably for someone who doesn't keep telling people about his scars.
I haven't shaved my legs in 4 weeks. If McCain wins the election, I will probably become so despondent that I may not shave for the next 4 years.
A vote for Obama is a vote for silky smooth legs!
