I’m squeaking in a morning post, but just barely. We slept in again, then went to Lenny’s for their breakfast buffet, with a stop afterwards to fill my car and get a couple of things at Lowe’s.
Speaking of dead fishies, I only see one of our clownfish. Either the other one got really shy, or it died overnight amongst the rocks. That would be a bummer…
Lots of weird dreams last night, involving, among other things, a bunch of engineers I used to work with joining with me on some project. We were this >< close to solving the problem when FCD’s hideous snoring woke me up. When I drifted back off, the scene changed to a farm and my nephew was there - as a 10-y/o (he’s 17 now) and that morphed into a cruise ship where we sailed up to the end of a river in France, then backed out, and some Navy captain was hitting on me, and there was a pirate show, and for some reason, I had an impossibly hard time finding my cabin. In fact, I woke up before I ever did find it.
Heck of a way to start the day.
Today’s plans include figuring out the final layout of my crocheted squares so I can finish building the afghan, hauling a few things from the garage to the basement for FCD, and maybe pressure washing more of the front pavement. It’s supposed to get near 80 today and tomorrow, then the rain returns.
Good to see you again, tarra! Sounds like you had a great time with your bro!
Feel better, soapy! In fact, all you sickies and gimps better feel better and fast! That’s an order, dammit!!!
I’m all deheathenated and have had N.O.L.. We reverted to heathen ways and snuck out of church after Communion instead of stayin’ for everybody to finish and do the final prayers, hymns and such. That’s called gettin’ a head start on next week’s deheathenization.
‘Tis rainin’! A good rain too. Thus I feel a nappy poo comin’ on. OYKW has gone to his place to do laundry and such. Bet he nappy poo’s too. Also, I need to do some defilthyfyin’ of da cave, so that shall take place after nappy poo time.
Gotta see my doc tomorrow - while at the clinic Friday my BP didn’t go below 150/100 - my normal is 115/75. It was probably toe related stress but doc wants to be sure
Our dinner last night was a smashing success. Our friends loved it. My one friend who has been emphatic about sticking to her diet (with huge success), ate FOUR enchiladas last night. Her husband take a plate home to eat today while watching football, and our other friend also took a plate home.
I warned them they’d be pretty mushy, because you pretty much have to eat them when they come out of the oven, but they insisted and I was happy to let them take the stuff home. We still have quite a bit left in one our dishes too. My hubby plans to happily scarf some for lunch.
We had a great time overall, and, the taters household ruled at 99 again. We took two out of three games.
I don’t plan to do much, if anything today. I am plum tuckered out. I was on my feet all day yesterday with the meal prep and cleaning.
The meal and my friends’ enjoyment of it was worth it, but I deserve a day of sloth.
I hope your head is better today, Soapy.
You’re nicer than I would have been in that letter,** Bobbio.**
It’s gray and wet out, but it’s supposed to dry out a little today. However, the rain returns with a vengeance tomorrow.
Flea market was a huge success. I found a totally awesome desk which I hope to have replace the fugly and wobbly Staples $100 special I’m using right now. The new one is big and blocky wood and it matches my two end tables and fits perfectly in the log cabin. It had one small break, which Sweetie is fixing as I type. He’s so nice. He glued it together and since we have no clamps, he is standing there holding it for 30 minutes.
Lunch is ham salad sammich, doritos, cookies, and milk. Yum.
Most of the front walk has been pressure-washed - it looks purdy good, methinks. We had leftover PapaJohn for late lunch. I’m going to lay out my afghan squares and start putting it together. **FCD **was working in his shop till his back attacked - he’s watching TV and surfing now.
Sir, I bow before your nastygram skills. bows lowly
In the 1830’s part of my dad’s family had been in this country for about 50 or so years, my mom’s family had been here for about 150 years, and the rest of my mom’s family was in Germany somewhere.
Da cave is mopped and officially defilthyfied. Go Me!
Taters I was gonna say earlier re enchiladas that yep they are best eaten right out of the oven. Well, ya know, put 'em on a plate first. However, soggy enchiladas for N.O.L. the next day is a nummy thing.
in the interim. Don wanna inflict any more hurt, even if it is mild and momentary… 