Thursday, October 29, 2009

Three Thing Thursday



Welcome once again to Three Thing Thursday, where I mercifully set a limit on my random, scattered thoughts tell you three things and you share three things.

Ready? Let's go.

1. Saturday night Sandpiper Reef down in Hallieford is having a costume party for grownups, with the definition of grown being up for very loose interpretation. Baby Sister is supposed to attend as Wonder Woman. I wonder if she'll show up. I'm debating between a cowgirl and bride of Frankenstein, we'll see. It all depends on how quickly the swine flu germs overtake me settle into my system.

2. The swine are rampant at my paying job. Oops! No, what I meant to say is swine flu is spreading like wildfire at my work.

3. Today at one of my paying jobs I had to inspect a haunted house for swine flu germs safety concerns. My four years, three months and two days of college are really paying off.

Now it's your turn to tell me three (or more) things, whatever you want. Anything at all. Just be sure to wash your hands before you leave, otherwise you're liable to spread the swine flu, which I don't have but am sure to come down with any minute now. Along with hypothyroidism.

18 comments:

Annie said...

1.I am laughing..can you hear me? I do hope you enjoy your weekends coming up. Haunted houses...mmm. Was it safe..from ghosts?

2. Well, I am serious now, and I sure hope you don't get that swine flu. Although in healthy adults (here) it hasn't been too bad. (I think)!

3. My doctor gave me a jab of the (anti) swine flu vaccine..as soon as he heard I was going to the US. I hope it is the same strain as yours! I also just had a pneumonia jab, which is free to over 65's here. I am not quite that old, but thought it might be a wise precaution. Last time I was in the US in winter I got sick twice! In about five weeks!

4. The grass is green...wow. After so many months of a parched brown land.

Bayman said...

Running for public office is stressful.

Yesterday, a dog that I had never met, sniffed my sore knee. How did he know?

I need a vacation.

Ann Marie said...

1. Surgery went well... won't be able to drink tomorrow night probably but the narcotics are nice.

2. Haunted house... a real one.. or a play one?

3. We need to decided at time I am meeting you tomorrow. :)

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

Annie, I can hear you laughing, yes. If I don't get the swine flu, it will only be through a miracle because 2 people in my very small office have it, and one of them sat at my desk all day while I was out, so the germs pretty much hung like cobwebs in the air, at least that's the way I saw it. The haunted house was safe, but I'm not sure if it was safe from ghosts.

Bayman-They say dogs are intuitive like that. On the other hand, maybe he smelled something you knelt down on, such as Alpo or a plate of steak.

Ann Marie-Glad your surgery went well. I'll e-mail you about tomorrow. It was a play haunted house BUT. There is a real one near by. Honest to goodness. I'll tell you about it tomorrow.

big hair envy said...

1. I'm hoping to get my hair cut today. It's pretty shaggy.

2. My cat must be really happy with her life right now. She has brought us several presents this week, including a chipmunk, a LARGE mouse, a small mouse, a squirrel and, get this, a FLYING squirrel. GAH! (She must be excited about the new baseball team coming to Richmond.)

3. I'm having dinner with three of my favorite ladies tomorrow night. It can't get here soon enough:)

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

1. Jack O'Lanterns
2. Pumpkin seeds
3. Candy corn

Daryl said...

calling it Swine flu is so not PC .. the pig farmers are not happy ... clearly BHE's cat is happier than the pig farmers

dieting for over a month to lose 5 lbs and I am thisclose and now I am craving carbs .. damn ToonMan for making that popcorn last nite and damn me for eating it

I wish I was joining you'all for dinner tomorrow nite...

Mental P Mama said...

1. I am not going to get sick this year.
2. I am getting my flu shot Monday.
3. I am coming to Virginia on Thursday! W00t!!!

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

1. So THAT's where I left my pubic hair!

2. 'Spat Crowning' sounds like some medical stage in the birthing process - "OK, Dr. Anigav, where are we here with Ms. Potts?" "Well, she's 10 centimeters dilated and the spat is starting to crown". Who would be in the mood for eating oysters after THAT? Gah. I'm so glad I live in another country.

3. I'm thinking the Flu-That-Must-Not-Be-Named is still rambling around my old bones. I feel about as spry as those petrified crabs.

Noe Noe Girl...A Queen of all Trades. said...

1. I am dressed up like a bumble bee today at work.
2. If you get the swine flu you can go as Miss Piggy to the party.
3. Can someone please tell Bayman he needs his own blog!
4. Is it Friday yet?

foolery said...

1. Hack

2. Cough

3. Wheeze

Anonymous said...

If anyone reading this can follow my train of thought here, go buy yourself some psycho-analysis and pick me up some while you're out.

1. that picture makes me think of that toe-tapping tune "Drifting along with the Tumbling Tumbleweeds" by the Sons of the Pioneers (which I know by heart, don't ask)

2. remembering DAWTTT-W's makes me want to sing that other song that the Smothers Brothers used to sing to the tune of "The Streets of Laredo"

3. and traveling on to our non-sequitur destination, "if you buy an outfit you can be a cow(girl) too", so be a cowgirl for Halloween. Somebody needs to pretend to shoot bullets at Baby Sis's bulletproof bracelets.

4. Wonder Womas was my favorite costume EVER. I was 5.

AMN

PS Word Verification is "xradonis", Can't think of anyone else I'd rather X-ray.

Mrs F with 4 said...

1. There is a suspicion of swine lurking around this house. I wonder if there is oinkment to help?

2. Rampaging around this house at present are: one Ninja Lord; one giraffe (or it might be a cow, I can't quite tell); one Princess Fairy Mouse; and one princess fireman with cowboy boots. Yes, of course there is such a thing.

3. Dinner tonight? A toss up between lasagne and snot au gratin.

wv: swebtu. What I need to do to the cobwebs in this house before Mother arrives for the biannual inspection.

foolery said...

I just got the Baroness's pubic hair joke. Took me all day. Ha!

Chesapeake Bay Woman said...

BHE-See you tomorrow.

Meg-The caramel apple candy corn? Out of this world.

Daryl-You are LOSING weight? You don't have five pounds to spare. Speaking of popcorn, my daughter and I made popcorn the "old fashioned" way as she calls it- i.e. without a microwave--last night. It's the best popcorn ever.

MPM-Can't wait to see you.

Baroness-Yes, our beaches are covered in black seaweed, which does look like hair....that spat crowning you describe sounds painful, is it too late for an epidural?

NNG-Hope you took plenty of pictures of you in that outfit. See you tomorrow night.

Foolery-Poor thing. You and Grandma J. have it bad.

AMN-I just bought a boatload of psycho-analysis at Wal-Mart and picked up some extra for you. I'll drop it off the next time I go to the courthouse. You can show me those x-rays while I'm there...

Mrs. F. with 4 - Can you ship me some of that oinkment? I'll take a pound and a hoof of it.

Foolery-It does look like hair. Middle Sister's friend in high school, wearing a bathing suit, placed it in a very strategic location and, well, let's just say we laughed. Lots.

Country Girl said...

I have hypothyroidism and it's a blasty blast.
Someone just whistled on a milk bone commercial on tv and George is up at the tv checking it out.
I love my new haircut and color.
And I wish I was coming with Mental P. Damn and double damn.

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

I'm still giggling from when the Baroness walked onto the first beach on our tour and yelled, "Janice? Why is there pubic hair all over the beach?" Never occurred to me; guess you just stop seeing it after a while.

J, I have not tried the flavored candy corn. I am a slave to the classics. But if you recommend it, I'll have to investigate...

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