Posted on 01/31/2008 3:36:33 PM PST by mattstat
Ireland ‘s worst air disaster occurred early this morning when a small two-seater Cessna plane crashed into a cemetery. Irish search and rescue workers have recovered 1826 bodies so far and expect that number to climb As digging continues into the night!
LOL!
*GASP*
Oh the hugh MANatee!
LOL!
That’s better than coffee!
Twice a week!
Are you wet and cold?
Nope. Warm & dry, and up way too early. And the morning's teleconference has been canceled. Might have to do some real work today, before I go home to pack.
Consider the alternative -- it doesn't...
[Lord,
If Gideon’s trumpet doesn’t do it for me, just find a puking cat.]
She’d been curled up on the bed and I was bolt upright and in motion in time to scoop her off onto the floor.
You’ve no iDEa how happy I am NOT to have carpet!
ON the UPside...
We got a bigger refrigerator on Saturday.
Unfortunately it was too big to get it in the door.
Fortunately the doors are removable.
Unfortunately it was still so big it scraped on both sides coming in.
Fortunately none of the scraping damaged the refrigerator.
Unfortunately I now need to get some new weather stripping for the door.
Fortunately everything else went pretty well after I got it inside.
Unfortunately I had to figure out what to do with the outgoing unit.
Fortunately we live in an area where the word “GRATIS” makes things disappear.
It was taken within five minutes of my getting it to the front sidewalk.
Unfortunately we live in an area where things can easily disappear with our without the use of the word “GRATIS”.
Ah, well. There’s a purpose in it, somewhere.
TODAY, my purpose is to greet you all, wish you a “Good day”, express my hope that you all have a great week, and then dive headlong into a project that my customer wants delivered on 3/30, for which we received finalized requirements and specifications just last Thursday.
In the back of my head I can hear the voice of Bill Cosby as Noah: “Rrrriigghht!!”
Good luck!
Good morning. Congrats on the new refrigerator! Sorry about the cat.
My usual wake up call is the baby calling, “Mama, my awake!” followed immediately by the small cat on my pillow licking my face and purring. She hears the baby and knows it’s time for people to get up and feed catz.
Note to self: Do not feed corned beef to old cats. It's no fun cleaning up corned cat vomit at 3AM.
Ungh!
No comment, lest I take a cue from the catz on the UT....
Gross.
Pretty much what I thought, but mine had a rather long string of salty language added to it...
Eeeeeew!
Not sure what has gotten in to them. We clean their boxes daily and feed them according to my parents schedule.
This keeps up, we'll donate all 3 of them to the UofM medical sciences lab.
What’d ya clean it up fur? If’n ya wait long enough the kitties will eat it back up agin.
When your parents are away their cats will play?
A little separation anxiety/rage?
Yeah... if it’d been that chunky, I might have left it as a present for Zon. She was the one that insisted on feeding table scraps to the beggers.
One cat is a complete Freak. One a Princess. The oldest is the Methuselah cat and is held together with dust and cat spit.
We have two putties. Our refinery rescue kitty — the one that hangs out in our MBRoom — is pushing 17 years old, and undergoing some slow kidney failure. That makes her thirsty, which makes her drink too much, and — BLAH!!
“The Indoor/Outdoor Cat” is younger; only about 11, but hyperthyroid and increasingly incontinent, which means she’s more and more just “The Outdoor Cat”.
They’re both in that condition of being annoyingly infirm, but not so bad off as to warrant putting them down.
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