I’m here! Been busy - spousal unit and I went to breakfast, then came home and started cleaning and organizing - he in the garage, me in the basement. Daughter, SIL, and friends are in the back yard digging a fire pit. We’ve quit, but I may go back to the basement and futz around a little more. Or not. We shall see.
It’s a gorgeous day - nice and cool. Is today or tomorrow the first day of fall?
stumbles groggily into the thread
Thank god this week is over… I’ve been running in a constant state of sleep deprivation for the last five days, bombed three quizzes in three different classes, wasted my Thursday off in order to drive to and from home because I had a followup appointment with my oral surgeon that LITERALLY took 10 seconds but which required three hours of commuting… Blech.
Spent last night drinking with the roomies and playing beer pong, which was fun, and a great way to forget about the previous 120 hours of suck. There was beer, Bailey’s, wine coolers, hard iced tea, hard lemonade, and Butterscotch Schnapps plus pizza and subs and video games and music. I did manage to get Blair’s Ultra Death Sauce in my eye though, which was considerably less fun. That stuff is insane; I think I have chemical burns where I got some on my fingers and didn’t wash it off. C’est la vie. I slept til 11am or so this morning, and stayed in bed til 1pm; I plan to do absolutely nothing whatsoever today besides eat and lounge, at least til tonight, when there’s a “glow in the dark rave” (school’s words, not mine) scheduled in the Commons. Oh, and tomorrow there’s free chicken wings to celebrate the Ravens game. Yay.
I think it’s time to run to the dining hall. Happy do-nothing-day! YAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
We are all getting very cranky here. We haven’t seen any doctors yet today.
Canadian bacon or just bacon in general? British bacon or Spanish bacon?
Don’t forget Sir Francis Bacon and his great-great-great-great-great-grand nephew Kevin.
Smokey was being petulant this morning - she’s gotten spoiled having me home the whole week - so while I was getting dressed, she laid down on my jeans and refused to move. And I didn’t feel like wearing my dress/work slacks for erranding. Silly cat.
Avast Y’all! ‘Tis piratebear boardin’ ship! Shape up ye scurvy mumpers! 
{{{CutiePie and TVMan}}}. Here’s hopin’ for good results soon.
dotty bring bacon salt to the next dinner. Offer some to everybody. Plus, they all deserve trouts and chitlins upside the haid.
Tonight is the big toodoo instalation of the new Priest at church. The Bishop and asssorted clergy from all over the Diocese will be there. Plus there’s a reception afterwards. This will go on for about three hours. Oh well, at least I can say I got churchified when I sleep in tomorrow.
Ok, off to figure out some dindin. It’s early but I’s hongry!
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH! Don’t be poopin’ on the deck while I be gone now!
Big batch of brownies is baked. Tuna casserole is in the oven. Dishwasher is dishwashin’. **FCD **is showerin’. The fire pitters are sitting around a hole in the ground.
All in all, a good day in FairyChatLand.
Yarrrrrrrrrr!
Hugs to all, even if you don’t *need *one.
Arrrrr - TLaP Day be almost ended!
Hey, guys.
{{{Pie and TVman}}} I hope things get resolved very quickly. Hospitals suck.
:: hands Dotty a wet trout infested with intestinal parasites to slap upside MIL’s head::
::shudders:: 
I give you Ernie’s Halloween costume: (I got him a different kind of haircut this time.)
awwwwww, poor Ernie!
Daughter, SIL, and friends are going to camp in the back yard. That explains why they raked out such a big area!
Tuna casserole was yum. Brownies were yum. I’m going to knit now. Have a good evening, one and all!
MWAH!!!
Puppy! 
That sucks, Dotty! Nothing like spicing up a holiday dinner conversation with entrails and the bugs that live in them. :rolleyes::mad:
Hope TVMan is doing better and has been seen by doctors, Pie.
I spent several hours with Local Best Friend’s 2-year-old, who is a hoot. We ran around the back yard for quite a while. It’s big and there are a lot of trees, so we could play a combination of hide-and-seek and some other game involving trees being safe. Plus there’s a swing and a hammock and a sand box. There was much giggling. I also managed to get her to fall asleep pretty close to her nap time (I figured all the running would assist with that). Go me!
Now I’m shredding paper and filing and similar. Need to decide what dinner will be. I got corn and an eggplant from the farmer’s market this morning. I’ma make some ratatouille-inspired spaghetti sauce. I already ate one of the ears of corn - YUMMY - and am still deciding what to do with the others. Guess I should get moving on that din-din.
Back later.
GT
Pie is not a happy camper - about an hour ago she posted (on facebook) that the doc TVMan needs to see won’t be in until midnight!
And we’re supposed to want National Health? ::shakes head in disillusionment::
Yeah, I’m totally thrilled. And they just told me that if TVMan gets a roommate that I have to leave. I don’t think so. It’s not my fault that the doctor doesn’t show up during normal visiting hours!
P.S. TMI I am also thrilled about having been wearing the same underwire bra for the last 39 hours!
Yes, what is it with men and their mothers? I do hope mine can support his wife if I ever get as annoying etc. WTF? My kids have strict orders that if I ever get like EITHER grandma, they are to take me out back and wallop the tar outta me.
You need to stop embarrassing him in front of his family? Well, well, well. That’s a 2 month cold war right there… Does he realize how much he revealed here or was he trying to push all your buttons?
And somehow, SOMEHOW, I doubt that speaking of intestinal parasites is *de rigueur * in Middle Eastern homes. I bet it’s regarded much as it is in Middle Western homes: minimally tolerated from the core group, but frowned on at extended family occasions.
You could fight fire with fire: mention the au pair you saw at the grocery store handling the produce right after she changed her charge’s diaper in the vegetable section and didn’t wash her hands. Sprinkle references to HRH’s potty training and all its myriad joys throughout your conversation. Mention how your grandparents were incontinent in their last days and how hard it can be to get shit stains out of polyester blend sheets. Speak of that bloody diarrhea your coworker suffered from, until they discovered that she was suffering from both ulcerative colitis AND schistosomiasis. Describe her abdominal pain, her fetid breath from advanced dehydration, her genital sores and fever, but she got the help she needs, so she’ll live now. Tell them all that you kinda like the smell of your own farts and that you enjoy farting in the bath tub.
When faced with their blanket disapproval, play dumb? Be Ms Disingenuous.
Pay back’s a bitch, my friend. What goes around, comes around–kind of like an intestinal parasite.
Well, dang rigs who doesn’t enjoy a good bathtub fart!
Howdy Y’all! We coveneted our new Priest real good. It was a large and in charge service. When the Bishop presented him and his wife to the congregation, we stood up and gave a good five minute standin’ ovation. Yeah, we’re all sorta kinda glad they’re here.
Oh, and the Priest who gave the sermon, ummmm… WOOF! I am now officially guilty of lust in my heart toward a Priest. So’s ol’ y’all know who and, from the conversation following the service, several others. I’m talkin’ HAWT! GRRRRRRRRR… oh and gotti, I do mean a bear. WOOF!
I’d be ashamed, 'cept it’s all true and if’n any of y’all had been there you’d agree.
Plus, new Priest is a hoot. At the reception following, which included wine. I know, GASP, wine at an Episcopal reception, what is this world comin’ to!, he walked up to us and reminded us of that unwritten, yet unyielding rule that states, “If you party with the Priest on Saturday night, you must show up at Eucharist on Sunday morning.”
To which I added, “and furthermore, you must show up before the Gospel.”
He cracked up. Yep, we done good pickin’ this one!
Oh, I forgot to mention I ushed tonight. Also, since it was my job to find a co-ush, I drafted ol’ y’all know who. I failed to mention that fact until we showed up. OOPS! My Bad! He lived through it,though.
Pie, if they try to throw you out, just climb into bed with TVMan as a protest. I’m pretty sure he probably won’t mind. It’s just a hunch, but I’d place a good bet on the fact. 
I was so tired when I got home, I napped for a few hours. Now I’ll probably be up till way late.
{{{{{Pie}}}}}
Dotty, since it’s Talk Like a Pirate day, you should have made a Cat 'O Nine tails out of bacon and flogged the lot of them. Arrr!
: points and laughs at Ernie :
Oh Dotty, many gentle hugs coming your way, and a large wet trout (or two!) to slap your hubby and MiL upside their heads. So sorry for -their- bad behavior.
CutiePie, I hope that TVMan is doing better; many hugs and get well vibes being sent your way.
I’ve been laying kinda low this weekend. I’m not feeling so well, and a couple of our student temps at work are down with the flu. Maybe even the swine flu, since there’s an outbreak at Univ. of Md. College Park campus, where they’re students. My agency is on the fringes of the campus too, unfortunately. I’m hoping it’s not the flu and have been drinking a lot of fluids, etc.
Rebo, shame on you for clipping Ernie like that! LOL He does look funny though, poor critter!! One of my brothers has a bichon frise, he looks like a poodle too.
Yarr! I’m still talking like a Pirate.
Lazy day again today - I am full of cold. Sore throat, stuffed up nose, bit of a fever and lots of sneezing.
I need to pack as I am off to Aberdeen tomorrow…which means I need to iron…booooooo!
{{{Dottie}}} Hubby needs a slap and he needs to be on your side.
Happy Sunday!
Off to the Caniac Carnival, then laundry. Happy Sunday!
Sorry about the ironing, mmmmmm.
