Up and cafffeinated. I’m off this weekend, so i shall defilthify the apartment. It was 41 when I took Gordie out a while ago.
Nut, I turned 1 Billion seconds old on October 19, 2002.
The back porch is now defilthyfied. Well, ya know, as defilthyfied as a place that is outdoors gets. I even put purty Fall tablecloths on the tables. The <snerk> butt! <snerk> is smellin’ yummerific!
I suppose I should go purtify bein’ as all I have managed so far is the brushin’ of teeth.
Oh Joy. They’re blacktopping the parking lot. What a glorious smell. 
Rosie the smell of asphalt on an Autumn day. How I envy you!
All cleanded up and purtified. I knew y’all want want to know.
Happy billionth, nuts! 
I turned a billion seconds old sometime back in 1994.
Waiting on my friend’s son to come over this afternoon to assist with the laundry and schlepping a few things up/down the stairs.
I finally got the towels out on the line - I probably should have started the load lots earlier. No <shudder> dusting <shudder> done yet. It might wait till tomorrow. Depends on if I get motivated. My sweetie has gone to the dealership and I’m thinking about putting Higgs in a harness and wandering over there, just because.
Then we better get started on the cake RIGHT NOW; do you realize how many candles we need to put on!!! 
The Carl Spackler way? (That’s how I do it, quick & easy-peasy!) 
I dust with a hunk of an old t-shirt and lemon pledge - the way God intended!!!
Higgs and I rode to Hughesville to the Harley dealership. Who should I run into there but my former boss from when I worked with psycho-bitch!! They need drafting help again, but they’re staying in-house to get it, and psycho-bitch has been told this is her last chance. I missed all the drama!
Home from the funeral.
It was a nice service and not too emotional.
I have forgotten how to be a Catholic, don’t remember a thing.
My mother overslept so she rode with me and met everybody at the church instead of the funeral home.
I woke up with two crusty eyes but I think it may be allergies because after I got out of the house for a while my eyes cleared up.
For a while this summer, when I was at my most sick post surgery, Banquet pot pies were about all I could eat. Yeah, they have large amounts of Teh Suck, but they kept me alive, much to **Flytrap’s **chagrin.
I don’t think I updated last night - FIL is out of the hospital and at the rehab facility. He’ll be there between 2-4 weeks, depending on his progress. I know he’s motivated to get out and get home ASAP.
We just ran to Lowe’s so **FCD **could get a hunk of styrofoam for a fiberglassing project he wants to try. Then we stopped at Sweet Frog’s - doggone, that place is pricy!! Over $12 for 2 servings of frozen yogurt with toppings. If you’ve never been there, it’s pay-by-the-ounce, so it adds up pretty quick if you put lots of stuff in your cup. But we’ve been there, so it’s no longer a mystery.
Supper tonight will be grab whatever. Dustage will occur tomorrow. The house is partly open, but it won’t last much longer. Just a little fresh air.
Sari it’s kinda like bein’ Whiskypalian. Genuflect, stand, sit, kneel. The response stuff you can fake your way through. However, Whiskypalians are more known for the bow to the Altar than the Genuflect thing. Heck, sometimes it’s more like a chin jut to the Altar and a “'sup” that anything.
That would be the big churches in town, right? Suburban parishes are more laid back. 
So, it’s a bit like the Vatican Rag? (Grew up Catholic, but I got better.)
A few days ago I set up my brand-new TLock Call Blocker. I already love it. One ring and the nuisance is gone. Plus I can block about 1500 annoying numbers. Yay! And I can block any call without caller ID information without having to use the blacklist. Rachel from Card Services will never disturb me again.
[NB: All I typed was Vatican Rag. When did the linky thing start changing your text to the URL’s text???]
I’m sure it’s got to do with the fact that why else would you type Vatican Rag if you were not lookin’ for a link to the song. Or, the device you are postin’ from is possessed. 
Well, that was fun.
[Phone rings, and it’s an unfamiliar number] Me: “Yeah!?!”
Caller: “Is VunderBob there?”
Me: “Speaking…”
Caller: “Hi, my name is David, and I’m calling for Steny Hoyer for Congress…”
Me: “Tell him to go to hell.”
Caller: “Ooookaaaaay…”
I luuuurves to give politicians and pollsters a rough time. ;)
CallerID is probably saving me from tons of political calls. If I don’t recognize the number, I don’t even pick up. Bad enough I have to haul all their mailings up the driveway to the recycle bin…
I am impressed.
I was being nice to my incumbent CongressCritter. 