The puns on that last page were getting out of control. So here’s a blank slate for a new batch of puns. Have a good week, all. Hijack away!
First!
And what’s wrong with puns :dubious:
Is it just me or it Monday starting earlier each week? How was Easter/Passover/Sunday for everyone? We drove for 4 hours. My dad and BIL debated life insurance policies. The kids hunted eggs, with minor squabbling about who found what. Oh, and we finally took down the Christmas decorations. Do I win? 
(for procrastination, not for holiday-ing)
Our Easter was insane and noisy and borderline exhausting. But **FCD **won major son-in-law points. When we arrived (we were first) my mom had a strip of red tape across her sink with a note that said “Do Not Use!” She said her drain was leaking. Her washer is directly below the sink and she had buckets set up there to catch the overflow, plus the floor was still wet. She planned to call her plumber in the morning.
Her kitchen drain is copper and looked to be intact. **FCD **kept looking at it from downstairs and under the sink, and it just didn’t make sense to him. Drains just don’t fail like that. The problem-solving engineer in him couldn’t let it rest.
Her faucetis one of those that pulls out if you need a sprayer, so my sweetie pulled it out and turned it on. Surprise, surprise - there was a jet of water coming out where the hose attached to the handle. As soon as he tightened it up, the problem was solved. And it saved Mom the minimum $79 service call. So she’s happy.
As usual, there was too much food and we all pretty much overate. We came home with some ham and some slaw, plus the hunk of corned beef Mom had gotten for me - her store had a super-good sale. Oh, and we each got a chocolate bunny which haven’t been attacked yet, believe it or not!
My exciting day will consist of cleaning the smoker, taking a load of aluminum scrap to the recyclers (there could be $100 of scrap, depending on its weight) and I was thinking it’s probably time to take the electric mattress pad off our bed. **FCD **hasn’t used his side in a few weeks, and I can probably deal with chilly sheets now. So I’ll probably start the daylight hours by stripping the bed. Taz won’t be happy, but he’ll deal.
Ziva wasn’t happy first thing when I remembered to pull the crates out of the green bedroom and set them on the dining room table, where she reigns. The cats are going to the vet tomorrow for their annual check up and shots and I’m hoping by then she’ll have explored the crate and decided it’s not Teh Evul!!!1!!! Getting her crated is a real challenge and I’ve never tried it alone. But that’s tomorrow.
Thus beginneth my day. Happy Moanday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 64 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 82 for the day and possibly rain late this afternoon. Today is also the day we funeralize Arthur. The funeral is at four p.m. so I’m hopin’ any late afternoon rain holds off until after the funeral and committal in the memorial garden over to the church house.
I’d never be found gefilte of makin’ Passover puns. As to Easter puns, I find them tomb be empty and humorless to the point of makin’ me cross.
Ok, I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. I must needs also to get my funeral suit (the black one) a white shirt, and a tie together to change into when I get to the church house. Gonna be a loooooooooooong day what with irk, funeralizin’, and the reception afterwards.
Happy Moanday Y’all!
Blurf. Mondays are the blurfiest.
ETA: What?!? I missed out on punification?!?
Bobbio +1.
Ugh.
Mondays.
Must. Get. Out. Of. Bed
My Monday started at 00:30, ‘cos I had to be at irk by 02:30. I considered startin’ a new MMP, but that was faaaar too much at that kind of crazy time.
Irked, gone home, napped. Still blurfy.
It wad Easter punification, I’ll, ummm, reserect them for you. :o
Shame on you, Swampy; you forgot to note what today is. :eek:
It’s CHEAP CHOCOLATE DAY!!! 
As Pharisee, there’s nothing wrong with a good Easter pun.
Up, and caffeinated. Gordie has had his psychotic episode at the Boxer Twins, and his walk(in that order). I need to go get the truck inspected today. And I have a Booster Club board meeting tonight.
Good job, FCD!
Sunny, my Christmas tree has been up since November 1st, 2002. It’s no longer sloth, it’s Tradition!
rosie, I like making Passover puns. Matzo wrong with that?
You’re posting from IN BED? That’s some dedication to not getting out of bed! 
I salute you!
Also, Bobbio +2.
It is a multi-blurf Moanday. It’s Moanday, I have meetings all day, and I have a headache. Oh, and I’m scheduled for trigger point injections in my head, neck, and shoulders.
On the “plus” side, I get to work from home today.
Oh, and since I’m complaining, why is it that when I come up with a cute outfit that involves suede shoes, it rains? WHY? Rain all week! :mad:
I bought lots and lots of Cadbury eggs. Pure surgary deliciousness.
The smoker is clean - ugh, what a chore. The removable parts are drying in the kitchen and the smoker is in the garage with its door open so it can dry - I’ll reassemble it all later.
I also cleaned the cat box. I don’t know which feline has taken to flinging the litter for distance, but I am not amused. What a mess!!
Finally, the banana trees that I brought from my MIL’s last November, that I kept inside with a grow light all winter, that I finally put outside last week - damned squirrels tore them up!!! :mad: Squirrels must die!!!
Damned squirrels.
Will you share? ::bats eyelashes::
Which kind(s), original or caramel? Both are the nom!
I usually pull the racks & liquid pan out & wash once they cool down, or the next day. They then go back away (inside the house). Given the shell of the smoker both stays outside & doesn’t directly touch food, what are you doing so much scrubbing on the walls for? Do you scrub the walls of the grill also?
I never really liked Cadbury eggs. Too sweet. I miss the chocolate buttercream and peanut butter eggs we used to get as kids. They were soooooooo yum! I’m sure no one makes them like they used to. Recipes tend to change for the worse, alas!
A lot of make work. All I do to clean the smoker is to turn the hose on it to wash out the ashes and grease. No scrubbing or disassembly beyond taking out the 3 grates to spray separately.
You can have mine. I don’t have that much insulin… 
Spidey I have not forgotten that it’s cheap chawklit day. I have no need to shop as OYKW hit :eek:Wally*World:eek: yestiddy after we feasted and had himself a good time buyin’ up chawklit. He took a bunch to irk with him and the rest is at da cave. Thus we have some chawklit but not a lot of chawklit which is a good thing cause the more of the stuff that’s just sittin’ there the louder it calls our name.
In other news, nary a phone message from over the weekend when I got to irk this mornin’. This is a good thing. Also, looks like all timesheets were received so yay. Plus also, looks like the rain might hold off until after six this evenin’ which is good cause all the funeralizin’ part will be over by then.
Looks like the puns have arisen to a new low.
I don’t think hosing out an electric smoker is a particularly good idea. Nor do I want the easily removed parts to become completely grease-coated and turn into fire hazards or get all rancid and gross. They’re easy enough to clean after a soak in hot, soapy water, once I’ve scraped the excess grease off.
As for the smoker itself, again, I want to get the grease out, or at least minimized. I really don’t want my turkey to taste of congealed, smoky beef grease. ick
I did get out of bed eventually I even made it to work by 8.15 am. A post-Easter miracle, if you will.
Trigger point injections? Ooof. And we must be twinsies; I too have a headache and am wearing suede shoes. 
Washed, semi-purtified, and at irk. I had a sublimely lovely weekend and have a major case of the *donwannabeheres *right about now. However, I have a 5-day weekend coming right up that will incorporate both the finalization of a massive source of stress (in a “time to rip off the Band-Aid” way) and, after that, a wholly unrelated and hopefully pleasant trip out of town.
“Hopefully pleasant” only in the sense that the more I look forward to something, the more likely it is to get warped, corrupted, altered into unrecognizableness or simply … completely taken away from me. 
I’m reallyreally looking forward to this trip.