Talk about your day thread

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just skip the surgery altogether.

[Rangi Guy]

Drop your kids and show up an hour late. Lord knows they’ve made us wait.

You raise a very good point!

If you do this, you’re my idol. And probably Bammer’s.

Idolatry is a sin - I will not be doing this

[Rangi Guy]

Just skip the surgery altogether.

I will not be doing this either

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Just skip the surgery altogether.

I will not be doing this either

You never know what tomorrow might bring.

[Bammer]

Drop your kids and show up an hour late. Lord knows they’ve made us wait.

You raise a very good point!

If you do this, you’re my idol. And probably Bammer’s.

Me no understanding

[doug rr]

hated the outcome of both nfl games today,.,,whatever...anyway, I found out my wife of 22 years had never seen ratatouille so we watched it...that and jaws are the best movies ever

[Bammer]

Hot tubbed with Mrs. Bam (no kids) for the first time in a very long while.

[Monkey_Driven]

Hot tubbed with Mrs. Bam (no kids) for the first time in a very long while.

Did anything from the night stands come into play?

[VinylGuy]

im staying at my moms house because she is in the south with my sister, and im taking care of our dog. Ill work from here today, but tomorrow ill head to the office because sometimes you really need to actually change scenery.

Im wondering for those who work at home if its more exhausting sometimes because you are home all day.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[VinylGuy]

well, ill take my dog out at least twice

[Monkey_Driven]

The trick is to take a nice walk on your lunch break

Yeah, I go for 2-3 walks a day when working from home. Usually try to break up work with laundry/dishes/small chores too.

[Bammer]

The trick is to take a nice walk on your lunch break

Yeah, I go for 2-3 walks a day when working from home. Usually try to break up work with laundry/dishes/small chores too.

Laundry, dishes, walks (and Sportscenter) are the exact reasons I can’t get any work done working from home.

[Peeps]

this was behind the shopping center near me

if i still had my 79 pea-green chevette id have given it a try (probably not)

[Bammer]

What’s propping it up on the far end?

[Jorge]

Some friends are going through a bad breakup and it's wreaking havoc across various intricately inter-connected social circles. I'm probably coming off as aloof for not engaging but it is so much drama and it is so annoying

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[BurtReynolds]

Best to stay out of it for awhile

[bodysnatcher]

Send them my condolences

[lennytheweedwhacker]

You are their only hope.