<p>Thanks for poking the marmots to sing, I'll be sure to get S to listen in when he gets here. (But oy, marmots have no sense of rhythm and even less sense of harmony, did you know that?) I'll be leaving in about half an hour to pick up the kid+gf from airport. (Tummy butterflies! :) )</p>
<p>I saw this great cartoon at the YMCA today. It was two hamsters talking to each other in front of a rodent wheel. One said casually to the other, "Oh yeah, I do 2 hours of cardio, then I do about 4 hours of cardio, and then I do another 2 hours of cardio."</p>
<p>I did about 20 minutes before heading to the weight room. (And I sure did look funny running on that rodent wheel, too, BA-DUMP ZING!)</p>
<p>If anyone has had a look at the "decisions" thread recently, it explains where curmudgeon must be-- that is, personally flying around New York, kissing each and every marmot responsible for the latest acceptances, with major merit awards attached... :) (It is possible that MiniMudge's goats had an 'in' with the marmots, because they worked some extra good mojo for her.) As my MIL says, "Lord Love a Duck!"</p>
<p>I think Cur will be cloning mudgie and then just taking the $$$ she has won in merit and using it to give very large goat parties. But, we now know, he must invite the marmots....</p>
<p>I'd like to borrow a Cupid-marmot to go to Chicago this week and help my D meet a great new guy. :) </p>
<p>She's on her way to the American Med Students Conference in Chicago over Spring Break to listen to speakers, meet other premeds and med students, attend workshops, and talk to reps from different med schools at the med school fair. She's traveling alone, and it will be her first time checking into a hotel, leaving tips, and spending a week at a conference. </p>
<p>Tomorrow is her free day, and she plans to visit Shedd Aquarium and The Art Institute, plus do some shopping on the Magnificent Mile. I keep picturing her walking down a windy sidewalk and flinging a knitted beret into the air. ;)</p>
<p>If the Cupid-marmots are busy, I'll settle for Ninja-marmots to visit the current b/f and bite him for making D miserable last weekend while she was trying to get ready for this trip. :p</p>
<p>My MIL is actually from Virginia but has been known to adopt a curious quasi-english, pan-european accent when drunk...</p>
<p>slugg: vibing your D to get caught in a rainstorm outside the museum and be rescued by the cutest U Chicago grad student with an umbrella in hand... </p>
<p>Anyone else here like DD or DS's spring break guests better than their own DD or DS? :eek:</p>
<p>Another rousing Amen for Alu and SBmom. It's fun to pick a few pages of this thread at random and re-read them. So many of the contributions are great, classic reading! :)</p>
<p>I'm trying to figure out how marmots fit into the Sinner's Alley Holy Trinity. They certainly have some unusual powers. Maybe they're the angels? If so, what do we call a "Fallen Marmot?" Or do we have one? :confused:</p>
<p>Idea for a new television series: "Touched by a Marmot" :cool:</p>
<p>(P.S. Marmots do chew on hoses/cables etc. in car engines here in Germany. At first I thought it was a scam created by enterprising mechanics, but it's apparently true. There's a spray you can use on your engine to discourage them.)</p>
<p>Hey! Somebody removed my quote from #2577 re: Moot's elderly father flying a WWII bomber when he was 19. To clarify the connection btwn Moot's father and sluggson's recent <em>navigational malfunction,</em> I shall elaborate...</p>
<p>Some teenagers (not mine) can fly humongous airplanes on dangerous missions into enemy territory. The teenager who lives in this house, however, was unable to back his car out of our garage into our airport-size new driveway without hitting a car marked with a giant, flashing neon sign that said, "FOR GAWD'S SAKE, STAY AWAY FROM THIS CAR!" At least, that's what I see every time I look at our D's boyfriend's father's pristine Infiniti. :p</p>
<p>Perhaps, the marmots mistook the quote for a peanut and ate it.</p>
<p>I got the connection (or contrast, rather) Slugg. Must have been a marmot. No other reasonable explanation, IMO. </p>
<p>Only reason one of my sons has not backed into someone's car is because he is 19 and doesn't have a license yet--just hasn't gotten around to it. I remember when I was in high school my Grampa's buddy parked a car behind our driveway and I backed right into it. That guy never parked there again after that. </p>
<p>What I want to know is: Has the owner of "The Precious" learned where to park his car?</p>
<p>Eric Clapton, Jesus, and Duct Tape = Sinner's Alley Holy Trinity. This is what we have so far, doddsdad. The deep theological question, then, is how do marmots fit into the doctrine? </p>
<p>I have consulted with the Council of Sluggs, and they gave me a white cocktail napkin with the following message written on it: "Thou sticketh them on with duct tape! Now, stop bothering usth." Anybody seen my three keys to enlightenment? :)</p>
<p>The marmots are obviously the first disciples. Question is, do they believe in full immersion baptistm, or just wetting a paw in the margarita and dabbing it on the forehead?</p>
<p>Since it sounds as though they will be stuck to us with duct tape I think they wet their paws and dab our foreheads. Or else bite us until we jump in and accomplish the full baptism...</p>