Got a few minutes before I have to run off to work until midnight so I'll jot down a note about one of the highlights of the weekend... please excuse me if I'm not up to my usual standard since I haven't slowed down much since everyone went home and I'm not caught up with myself yet.
So, this Blogorado we failed to demolish any cars (the worst damage was a couple of flat tires, I can live with this) field-dress any roadkill whilst slightly horrified young deputies stood by, or create any international incidents, thankfully.
What we did manage to do... or rather, I managed to do, is provide what may become this year's epic moment.
With my birthday approaching, the Nerds brought me a gift of a lovely pie plate. (My birthday being the same as LabRat's, they remembered that it was coming, while everyone else thankfully forgot... I worked hard to keep Blogorado away from my birthday, thank you. I know how sick and twisted all those freaks are)
The pie plate is, as I said, lovely. What came in it however, was heavenly. I got a piece of my birthday pie, brought to me at the second job since unfortunately the scheduling monkeys decided that I needed to be chained to a register the night the Nerd Beer arrived.
No joke... my (new) manager looked at me and said "I don't think you're allowed to do that at work..." because of the noises I was making over this pie. It is strip down and roll in it naked and pull muscles to lick it all off good.
Well, at the range, Farmmom was smarting off that she wanted that recipe. Stingray, being of the "Mine and I'm not sharing" persuasion, which I can't blame him for, said "Kiss my ass."
I turned around and looked at him and said "For that recipe, I will no shit get on my knees and plant my lips to your naked ass. You write it down, and I'll do it."
Apparently this challenge was just too tempting for Stingray because I did acquire the recipe. I'm not sure how many people got pictures or how Stingray feels about them being posted, but barring any objections from him, I'm sure they'll surface at some point, from someone.
Totally worth it. My only regret is that I haven't had time yet to get the berries and make the pie... or con Farmmom into making it for me.
Mmmmm. Pie.
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I think this is where we say, "Pics or GTFO."
I knew I should've found a way to go. :)
And we DO have video :-)
Alan, I'm with you.
Something tells me your new manager is not goint to know how you describe really good pie!
I was there, and Wing got the whole thing on video. Keep an eye on her blog for it:
http://wingandawhim.blogspot.com
WV: thyphani - as in, kiss thy phani . . .
Heh, heh, heh . . .
You can throw this over my face and go nuts. So to speak. ;)
Oh, and people who've already seen me (alan, Breda, Christina, you get the jist) can have the unaltered copies if they want 'em.
After all that, are you sure he gave you the correct recipe???
Stingray,
Thanks, I'll use that for stills. Since I'm too tired to figure out how to do that for entire video, it's likely not going to be posted.
w00t, I get unedited STUFF. :D
Happy now. :)
How the HELL did I miss the arse-kissing??? You were right- that pie was one to wallow in. That pie could be a marital aid. *remember??** I suggest an entire Blogorado product line.
That was a damned. Good. Pie.
I got to see StingRay's tats (Is is gay to say they're really purty?), but didn't see the arse-smooching. I think mebbe that was during breakout groups, and you were in the other roundtable. (Some of y'all insisted on the heat of the garage, which was nice in November, but was a bit warm in August.)
Wasn't it nice to see lightning strike twice?
Farmgirl and LabRat, It's good to hear he's a stand-up guy. I don't mean to rain on anybody's picnic, but, it's just different to my general experience dealing with people.
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