Google wisdom says a cubit is 18 inches-the length from your elbow to the tip of your middle finger.
Probably just an excuse to be able to flip the bird when one wanted to.
Oh good lord. GG got brave enough to attack the blindfolded bunny slippers with claws and teeth. While my feet were in them. Many bad words happened. I didn’t really need bunny slippers anyway but I’m sad that they got blood on them because now I can’t donate them to a thrift store.
Bad word jerkface kitty kat did get a mani and pedi, but I can’t file his toofers down to harmlessness.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Ouch!
But peanuts are permanently banned on school premises, because allergies! 
doggio - that video cracked me up!!!
Our fiber-filled supper last night kicked my gut into high gear. Makes for an interesting wake-up!
It’s a loverly 61° this morning. Surfing while waiting for the text from my daughter to meet her at school and fetch the babby. I have some spare ribs that I was going to smoke, but I don’t feel like messing with the smoker, so I’ll put our favorite rub on them and they’ll spend the day in a low oven till they’re falling apart. That takes care of supper.
I need to call the 'lectric company - I’m pretty sure I’m getting automatically generated emails about the bill for the shop, all because of the stoopit credit card fiasco. It should be paid and the new account number should be in their system, so I’ll call and verify.
And with luck, this is the last time we’ll have to deal with this nonsense, since we have a shiny new Mastercard from the local credit union. It’s for travel only - specifically for travel gas. If it gets skimmed, it won’t affect every bill we pay via VISA. I’ll probably use it once in a very great while just to keep it active, since there’s no way of knowing when we’ll have to head to FL again. And that’s the financial report…
Onward! Happy Tuesday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN 'Tis < snerk > 69! < snerk > Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 95 and mostly N.O.S. for the day. I did not accomplish mowage yestiddy, so I must today. Also today is laundry day. Sup shall be leftovers from yestiddy so that’s all figured out.
JtC FWIW, the evil bunny slippers had it comin’. I praise GG for his bravery.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, onward into the day! Rah,
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
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Happy birthday Shoe!
We must all hang together, or most assuredly, we shall all hang separately. -Benny-Boy Franklin
(grumble mumble) Sleep cycle’s gone wonky and DH and I need to take the car in for a tire repair. Having a construction worker in the household is rough on tires. Had to reschedule today’s Instacart to tomorrow, since the tire shop appointment conflicts with the original delivery window and I have no idea how long it’ll take to get done or what errands we might do afterward. May have to risk a heavy-duty energy drink.
Happy Shoe day! May life get less stressful and more fun. With cake and things.
I think I’ve got the creeping crud that’s been going round campus. Nothing too serious, but I’m all sleepy, a bit coughy and have a severe case of the dontwannas.
Blurf, in short.
Afternoon, mumpers! It’s 13c/56f outside and mostly cloudy which accounts for the fact I’ve pulled the blinds down because of the sun! Weather app says “Each fucking cloud in the sky is calling you dirty, dirty names”. Quite possibly…
{{{nellie}}} just 'cos. Yes, poor grandfather was putting netting up that was (I believe) meant to protect the roof from falling bombs, or to protect the people inside from falling bits of roof. They lived in the south east of England, not that far from Dover and the channel ports, and also in a relatively direct line towards London so there was a lot of concern that they would get bombed. I don’t think they were ever bombed so the netting wasn’t required in the end.
The only real war damage actually came in 1916 during WW1 with a huge explosion at a munitions factory. The dead are buried in a mass grave in the cemetery at Love Lane, a poignant memorial that is known to the locals simply as “the gunpowder grave”. My grandfather’s grave is almost directly behind the centre of this one, so I have always used the gunpowder grave as a marker to find him.
1916 Munitions Explosion Memorial
Onto happier things though!
Happy shoe day hope you have a lovely birthday and there are some nice surprises in it for you.
Incidentally, I don’t know any WW1 or WWII stories from my family; grandpa would have been old enough to get drafted by the end of WWII, but by that point being a farmer and was sufficient to avoid it. Possibly my other grandfather was drafted (my uncle was born just pre-war, my Dad soon after, so it seems reasonably likely), but if so I know nothing about it. I don’t know much about that side of the family really.
My cousins got the good story; their grandad was in the merchant navy. His boat got sunk; not once, not twice, but three times and he survived, despite not being able to swim. The third time he somehow washed up on an island in the pacific and spent a month walking through the jungle before finding someone he could communicate with, and eventually showed up on his wife’s doorstep 6 months later, having been declared presumed dead.
I only found this out a few years back, so don’t know many details; he did claim one of the ships was sunk by a german boat, but one of the sailors on there threw him a buoyancy aid. Apparently his feet were utterly ruined by the experience.
Morning all. Stayed in bed until after 8am just because I could, there have been tunder-boomers through the area the last couple of hours to interrupt sleep, but at least no 5-6am getting-ups. Not much on the schedule today, need to empty out the spare bathroom so the plumbers can work in it tomorrow and go to the gym, but there doesn’t seem to be anything else critical on the agenda. More rain tonight and tomorrow according to the weather wizards.
Happy B-day, Shoe! And feel better soon, Nut
JtC, love the GG attacked his mortal enemy, but sorry you had to be the casualty. Of course it you want revenge you but 8-10 pairs of those slippers and line them up where GG can walk in to see them…and yeah, I probably won’t have a claim on this, just wanted to have it on record just in case.
OK, off to find sustenance in the refrigerator. All y’all take care.
Happy b-day shoe!
Nap time - so I’m getting a short reprieve. Toby doesn’t like to play alone for very long. I let him fuss for a while, but it’s cruel to leave him crying for too much time. Now, tho, he’s crashed in his swing.
It’s not quiet outside - either Dahlgren or Indian Head (or maybe both) apparently scheduled boom-boom testing for today. Oh, the joys of living relatively close to Navy Weapons Center! Sound of Freedom and all that. 
It sounds like thunder, sorta. But it’s not.
I’m joining the MMP on Tuesday… whoops.
My dad was too young for WWII. Two of his older brothers served, but did not leave the States. Similarly I was too young to serve in Vietnam. My oldest cousin got drafted but did not deploy.
Over in the Jeopardy! thread, there was recent discussion regarding a question about “FDR’s speech of December 8, 1941.” Not sure of the exact wording, but the correct response was simply the word “infamy.” Most of us thought it was obvious, but somebody was like “How am I supposed to know what FDR said in some random speech on some random date?” Um, because that’s the day after Pearl Harbor?
I do know that date, and I know D-Day. 50 years before I was born, WWI was about to start. I’m aware of the general timeline, but have not memorized any specific dates from that War.
MetalMouse, huge bummer about the water pipe. Hope you get it taken care of with a minimum of bother and expense.
Cookie, good on you and the missus for making the move in a timely manner. My mother refused to leave her house until we basically forced her to do so, which was not pleasant. When she did finally settle into her senior apartment, she liked it (but wouldn’t admit to that in front of her kids).
JtC, I’m guessing the bunny slippers are somehow in cahoots with the middle hinge. You can’t be too careful, you know.
Shoe, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you can step back from life’s drama for a few moments and just enjoy.
And the big news from Chez Wheelz is that we were officially approved for our mortgage yesterday! Foundation work in the house has already begun, and it is now ours, for realsies. Well, closing is still months away, but it’s more ours than it’s ever been. Still doesn’t seem real somehow.
Happy Birthday, Shoe!
Y’all are the bestest.
Well, yeah… 
It’s been a 3-poop day, and two of the poops were while he was eating. That’s some classy kid, my grandson! On the plus side, daughter wants him early. It’s the last day of school so I guess she wants to let him say goodbye to her students.
FCD may have to head to Ocala - lots of crap going on and too much for his mother to handle. And his father is pretty much worthless for dealing with anything. I may go with him, depending on when he goes. But I really don’t want to. We’ll just have to see.
Never dull around here.
Happy Toosday!
Happy Birthday Shoe!
I typed out a post yesterday, but it went poof.
It was a cool morning at the park. I’m glad I wore a jacket.
It’s pretty windy and supposed to rain later.
Our wonderful Bandit, the rottie, came today and we were happy to see him and his dad. His mom and dad split up, joint custody. She doesn’t bring him often, and dad took the breakup harder and needed a bit of time before coming back to the park.
Urban was there, but planned on leaving early anyway, so there was no conflict. Urban and Bandit don’t like each other and having an Airedale and a rottie get into a fight is more than a little bit scary. I’m hoping there is a way to get the two of them to at least tolerate each other if they can’t be friends.
Echo and Bandit have a weird relationship. The first time Echo saw Bandit she went after him and he ran off into the trees. She used to push him around. Then they tried to play together, but they just couldn’t seem to mesh, he’s more than twice her size.
Today Bandit went after Echo, growling and chasing her all the way from the gate to the pavilion. He doesn’t like it when his dad pets Echo, and Echo adores his dad. Later Bandit chased her away from me, and I told him, you can’t chase my own dog away from me Bandit. He doesn’t like it when I pet other dogs.
Out of nowhere, Echo went after him and I have no idea what she was saying, but he got out of her way in a hurry.
None of us worry about it, we know they aren’t really going to fight and it’s all for show. Just a weird dynamic between those two.
Yesterday there was a HUGE hawk sitting on one of the benches. I’m glad I don’t have small dogs. I’ve been putting the word out that people with tiny dogs should be careful.
My maternal biological grandfather served in WW2. I know because my grandmother told him she hoped his balls would get blown off. He denied that my mother and her brother were his kids and wanted her to sign a paper to that effect.
Grandma didn’t have much of a filter.
Five of grandma’s six brothers served. I think all of them received purple hearts. The youngest didn’t go, mom said the government wouldn’t take all of the boys off the farm. He had lost an eye stringing clothesline, so he may not have gone anyway.
My father’s older brother went to Korea, and the younger went to Viet Nam. He fell in between and never was in the military. Also, he was a polio survivor, so he may not have been eligible anyway.
I remember when my sister shoved a bead up her nose. I remember the ER visit.
My sister had a lot of visits to the ER, to the point that my parents almost had CPS (or whatever it was called back then) called on them. She was very active, fearless, and accident prone.
My mother is not doing well, and I think she wants to stop chemo. She’s tired, she’s weak, she doesn’t want to eat or drink, she’s lost control of bodily functions. Her legs are red and swollen and she has MRSA. The nurse told her the MRSA won’t kill her but she has to take a bunch of antibiotics.
I told her if she wants to quit chemo, then do it. My sister and nieces need to respect what she wants.
She got a sonogram; I think to look for blood clots in her legs. She’s supposed to get another CAT scan, but because of supply chain/shortages, the doctor can’t get the dye he needs for it.
Now my son isn’t feeling well and isn’t sleeping well. I think he is worried about his grandmother even though he won’t say anything. I don’t want to sound morbid, but I am already planning for the funeral, shopping for appropriate clothes for both of us and getting info on bereavement leave for him.
I know my mother has already made and paid for some of the funeral arrangements, but I’m not sure what still needs to be done, and it’s for sure something I can’t ask her.
Besides, you never know, everything could turn around. But I don’t think so, and I think I am the only one being realistic about this.
I have a Halo that tells me how well I sleep.
Not very well it seems. Probably why I’m tired and grumpy all of the time.
I have a ton of stuff that needs to get done, and none if it is getting done.
Congrats on the house Wheelz.
Hope it’s not too big of a mess MetalMouse.
I’m glad GG survived the attack of the bunny slippers.
Life would probably be easier if your in-laws lived closer FCM