Saturday, February 16, 2008

Postage

My snark's a bit sleepy but tomorrow -- oh, tomorrow! Oops, it's already tomorrow -- will be filled with majorly bigtime helping pack the moving van to facilitate the arrival of Miss Tam and my return home come Sunday. So I won't post much.

I will leave you with this link about the sad plight of an endangered species. Won't you help?

10 comments:

Carteach0 said...

Just seems like a perfect room mate pairing...

You are going to enjoy life a lot, even more so than now!

Have fun cleaning.... (blech)

Breda said...

NO. No octopi.

Have fun!

Joe Huffman said...

There is another species in danger of extinction. And women are to blame.

phlegmfatale said...

cleaning?
Ugh.

aepilot_jim said...

good move. Get the cleaning done now. Makes more time for that initial Fry's visit. I've found that first timers can experience significant amounts of vertigo and disorientation upon that initial entering of a Fry's

Roberta X said...

Cleaning: It's a quarter of ten and I give up!

Breda: not even a tiny one? Even if it learns to dust?

'Teach: We hope so!

Joe: Well, It sure ain't the fault of the men! Further, deponent sayeth not.

Fry's: I'm waitin' a couple weeks. The shock, you know.

Gregg said...

I have only one problem with Fry's. That big no guns sign at the door. Oh that and the 1/2 mile walk through the rat maze to get to a cashier.

phlegmfatale said...

D'ya think I could get a job with the Interior Dept counding Tree Octopi?

Lin M. said...

You two have fun. . you must live in Hendricks County. . property tax hell.

If you two see a redhead down at Yats on college ave. or at the Eagle Creek Range that looks like me. . .

it's me.

Scully from Skywritings

Roberta X said...

F'Pete's sake, Scully -- I'm a wide-riparian. Taxes there whup Hendricks County bigtime. For those on the collectin' end.

Phlegmmie: if you can cound well, possibly. There's a lovely poster available, too.

Gregg: Unh, Indiana gun laws, which see: that's a de facto "no open carry" sign rather than a real prohibition.

I will (reluctantly) let the manglers all be gunned down by baddies in the event, since that seems to be their plan. Go Team Lemming!