Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by Star, Feb 18, 2018.
We're off to a religious thing for Granny Star. It's almost a year since she passed
What's a 'Sunday'?
My current job makes me hate Sundays because I have to work an additional 30 minutes.
So fuck off Sunday.
I don't mind working Sundays in my current job - they're a wee bit quieter and you can get stuff done. Also, getting lunch in town on a Saturday is a bastard by comparison.
I think some dirty pus-filled bastard has infected me with something. Most likely culprits are either the boss with her foreign germs that she brought back with her on Friday or Sunita in the shop last Thursday when she was telling me how ill she felt and then had a coughing fit.
I've sat around shivering all morning which is most unlike me because I'm never cold in the mornings but my face feels hot and I generally feel really crappy.
I am also feeling under the weather. Lazy Sundays.
I have just been advised that we are going to get hit with lots of snow and -15-20 temperatures at the end of the month going in to March. Time to book a holiday.
Relatively hangover free. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.
Sorry, I'm not feeling very articulate today so "Fuck" will have to do as a response.
I won a bottle of something alcoholic in one of the Valentine's Day events on Wednesday - what exactly is "Sparkling Wine Rose Brut"? Is it basically Lambrini trying to look posh?
I'm on the snowballs, after finding a couple of bottles of advocaat in my mother's cupboard
Merry Christmas Moopy
We cracked open the tequila as well last night.
Probably rose champagne, but not from champagne.
It'll either be really nice or instant heartburn.
Sunday’s dinner will be roast rib of beef with a mustard and thyme crust with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, and veg with a bottle of red. A more productive Sunday than last week, where I couldn’t leave the couch. Smells DELIGHTFUL.
This post just transported me back to Christmas time in the 80’s.
Some of us never left
I’ve drunk absolutely loads of alcohol this weekend without getting properly drunk at all. It’s most bizarre.
As it is now, I’m sat in my pyjamas, listening to Dusty Springfield on vinyl and waiting for Mr Sheena to finish the chicken in the other room...(OOH ER)
It's finally happened. You've acquired immunity.
I think it was more what I was drinking. Mostly gin, which clearly doesn’t make me drunk.
I want a snowball now you’ve said it though...
I can’t stop eating today. I thought a big fat roast dinner would have curbed it but NO. I am now cooking Wensleydale and cranberry parcels that I found in the freezer.
I’m extra hungry today as well, roll on supper
What has that got to do with Sunday?
I certainly hadn't noticed it was Sunday.
are you trying to tell me that supper can only be eaten on Sundays?
what a mess how did I get in here?
HOT (DINNER) MESS
I just looked at this and thought I had waken up in some parallel universe. Thanks Mats.
Mats hasn't eaten since Sunday
Communist Denmark BROKEN