Yeah, I never understood music so loud it scrambles your internal organs. The one and only frat party I attended eons ago was like that, with stink bombs thrown in… in January… in Maryland… Sure hope **rosie ** didn’t have to be all bad-ass. In her pics she always looks too cute and happy and adorable to be able to pull off the get-off-my-lawn persona. I guess we’ll find out if her next post is from jail. :eek:
**tarra ** - I’m guessing the tail-cracking is because I didn’t work the clay well enough into a homogenous unit before rolling out the skinny whips. The parts that were pretty firmly pressed into the bodies didn’t crack, but when I tried to transition away, there were some issues. Obviously not in all cases, but still. I need to be more patient and less rushed. A good life lesson all around, don’t you think?
It’s a very chilly and moon-lit morning, and I’m up thanks to Scruffy. But that’s OK - if I slept in today, it would have made tomorrow all the more difficult at 4:45AM. So the dogs have been out, all critters got fresh kibble, and her majesty Miss Brandy has yet to move her feline ass out of the afghan nest on the recliner. That’s Sunday morning at my house.
We’re going down to the boat today to check things out. Since the small ports forward were left open, I’m expecting the mattress in the v-berth to be wet and possibly stained at little. But it’s supposed to be precip-free this week, so we might be able to pop the overhead hatches and let it all dry out. Still, it won’t be long before we’re pouring the pink anti-freeze into all the water lines and securing her for the winter. Depends on how quickly it gets cold - I suppose in theory we could be boating into December.
Some of our afghans will probably be tossed into the washer today also. One in particular, FCD said, is “doggy” - not the scent I want wrapped around me when I get a chill. Since the washer and dryer are pretty big, I think I can do 2 at once, except for the big blue one - it’s queen size and a heavy cable/popcorn stitch pattern. It’s a load unto itself. And, naturally, Bernie’s 2 afghans (don’t snicker - your dogs have their own blankies, don’t they?) and Scruffy’s little one will go in as a unit. I’m seeing at least 3 loads today. Oh yeah, good times!
Speaking of Scruffy, when she’s all shaved, I think her wiener dog DNA is apparent. Her snout is pretty long, as is her body. Of course, the fluffy poodle ears betray the other half of her parentage. And her constant presence about my ankles betrays her needy, clingy nature. But she’s sooooooo cuuuuuuuute!!
Anyway, I’m caffeinating. Somewhere along the line, I’ll get the MMP ready for tomorrow. All I need to do is to remember to post it before I go out the door. What are the odds??
Happy Sunday, all!