Happy Anniversary Rockin’
Appointment is set up for tomorrow’s closing. I have to go get some cash from the bank to have some other forms notarized while he is here.
I’m going to get some dinner, not sure what yet, and then get to irk.
Supper was kinda pathetic - **FCD **wanted a grilled PB sammich, and I made myself a grilled cheese. Easy and not particularly wholesome. Oh well.
Non-smelly afghans are on the lines. By the time I get home tomorrow, they should be fresh and sweet. One will go on the chair where Higgs sits, the other will be put away till it gets cold again. And 2 more will be laundered tomorrow.
Dindin was teh nummiest! I made just enough to fill up the two of us to boot. Go Me. I have ribs ‘n chikin boobs thawin’ in da fridge. They shall be smoked Sattidy mornin’. What’s Memorial Day weekend with out ribs 'n chikin and cee-mint pond time after all.
Rockin’ Happy Anniversary and yay for gettin’ rid of the cast!
BBBobbio I liked the story. Good luck with the liver probe. I suggest liquid valium. Good stuff!
Moooooom here’s hopin’ FCD can find a comfy place.
It’s been a loverly evening - house is still open. Yay for spring, finally!!!
Happy anniversary rockin’ and Airman!
Good luck with the liver stuff, bobbio.
I got home after PT to find my AC conked out. Management says they’ll be here tomorrow whi4i’m at irk. Makes me glad that I went through the drive thru at Panda Express for supper rather than having to cook or even heat up leftovers.
Denial is a river in Antarctica.
I should be sleepified but I’m not. Then again, I did nap for a while this mornin’. OYKW is abed and snoozin’ away. He was tahrd, bless his heart. I shall go join him shortly.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
Blurf. Bout to pass out.
Worked, came home, walked Gordie. Watching hockey, and podering dinner.
That’s why I use an electric. $50 for the razor, and $26 for a replacement head every 18 months or so. 
{{{{FCD}}}}
gotti, so you’re saying you look a little like this?
Happy Anniversary, Rockin’ and Airman Doors!
Good lick with the liver probe, BBBobbio!
Work is still being interesting. I am too old for interesting to be good.
I was on what we call sort-slide for a while and a heavy box came down and crushed the smaller box I was just getting ready to reach for – and shot this liquid all over my crotch. Fabric softener. And I had to work another three hours as it dried. I actually asked to leave and it was OK’d but ------ I wouldn’t have gotten paid for the rest of the shift. Dammit then I’m staying and just not working quite so (pun intended) hard. My boss was sympathetic to my plight but still rolled his eyes when I suggesting I would have been happier with spray starch.
So, I’m currently typing from my hotel room in North Carolina while RT is asleep. Yesterday he was diagnosed as a diabetic and is unable to work until we get this straightened out. He went to a very lame clinic yesterday where they gave him meds, did blood work, and sent him out the door. I started a thread looking for advice. All constructive thoughts are welcome.
ETA: removed link to the thread, because it didn’t seem to work but it’s over in IMHO.
I knew it wasn’t the start of a trend. After getting a good 8 hours of sleep Moanday night, it figures I would wake at 3:30 this morning with a coughing fit. I gave up at 4 and turned on the TV to watch the news. I found it interesting that with all that’s going on in the world, ABC news felt a top story should be the winner of Dancing With the Stars.
Really??? :smack:
[geezer mode] I remember when fluff pieces might occupy the last minute or two of a news broadcast. Now celeb gossip and such silliness seem to dominate the “news” - as if the latest stupid thing Kanye says has any significance… [/gm]
Today, **FCD **has to do his pre-registration stuff - the hospital called him twice yesterday to remind him. he’s zonked out right now, but I’ll call him around 8 to make sure he’s up in time. I offered to take him, but he claims he can do it himself. I know he feels awful about being an extra burden on me, but it’s getting to where I want to smack him when he apologizes. Shame on me, but still, if the roles were reversed, he’d be tending to me in the same way. Wish I could get him to remember that. I can’t imagine the pain he’s dealing with - I’ll be so glad for him to get some relief.
But first, gotta go to work. I think I’ll stop on the way and pick up a salad for lunch. I can’t face another sammich.
Happy Wednesday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up caffeinated, and purtified so no YAWN. ‘Tis 64 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 88 and sunny for the day. We’re goin’ for a McBrekkie this mornin’. After that OYKW heads to Macon for a meetin’ that starts this mornin’ and finishes up tomorrow afternoon. Thus I shall be sans adult supervision this evenin’. I shall head over to the extreme west forty this mornin’ and will be over there pretty much the whole day, so lots o’ ridin’ today. ICK!
StickyBuns sorry about RT. Here’s hopin’ everything is sorted out soonest so he can get back to irk.
OK, I hear rumblin’s from the bedroom so I reckon OYKW is ready. Good, cause I’s hongry!
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
Afternoon, mumpers! I can’t believe half the week is gone before I made it to the MMP. Just goes to show how crazy busy irk has been this week and it’s not over yet. I have a pile of emails in my inbox and I don’t like the subject lines of any of them. Thus, I Don Twanna.
It’s pub night tonight though, so that will be something to look forward to. We have already decided which local hostelry to patronise so there will most definitely be beer in my future. For now though, there’s only tea.
My turn to cook tonight so we will be having chilli. One cat will not care, one of them will be scrounging and expecting a plate of his own.
Blurf
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. And I’m off today.
Happy Towel Day!
All you Hoopy Froods
Good luck to RT on getting the diabetes straightened out, Sticky.
Enjoy Pub Night, Boofae.
Is that a headache free blurf, rosie?
sort of - the killer headache is gone but I ran out of one of my meds - the Medrol so I am all swollen and stiff and achy
Happy Hump Day!
Today is settlement day - finally.
So that means a quick run through to vacuum and dust, and last minute straightening before the notary gets here. I have to run to the ATM to get some cash.
Then the waiting begins for how this transaction gets screwed up. I am expecting them to take the June payment for the existing mortgage and keep my money tied up while they try to figure it out. Or maybe not, but sure as shit they will screw up something, it’s the American way.
Ruble - as least it wasn’t bleach, or Veet for men http://www.thepoke.co.uk/2015/06/29/choice-amazon-reviews-veet-men-hair-removal-gel-cream/, or Crazy Glue.
It’s sunny and warm, I left the windows open all night. It got a bit chilly, makes for good sleeping weather.
The American way Indeed! I have my car at the Auto Skills Center to get new tires and have just found out their compressor is not working and now my old tires are sans air. Not the end of the world but I may have to get someone to give me a ride home. ALWAYS SOMETHING.
**FCD **is all set up for his surgicals. I’m pretty sure my coughing, etc, is allergy-related, but I should probably keep my distance from him just in case. I don’t want to cause him to miss his date with the doctor.
For the life of me, I can’t figure out what the heck my boss wants, even after talking to him. He had one of the shop guys bring me a panel to measure so I could modify a drawing, but he didn’t want the whole thing modified - just the location of the screws… and the text that was affected my the new screw locations… and, oh yeah, make sure all of the text will be centered over all the circuit breakers… and go out to the trainer and measure, um, something.
I’ve pretty much decided that this man is a terrible communicator. English is my first language and I’m pretty good with slang and technical jargon and stuff, but I haven’t mastered mind-reading. I’ll ask him “Is this what you want me to do?” and he’ll agree, but when I do it, apparently I hadn’t read between the lines in sufficient detail to know exactly what he meant when he said yes.
I wish I’d pushed harder to work where **FCD **works (same company, but different department.)
**Butters **- don’t they have a bicycle pump?? 