I mow the lawn, whack weeds, and snowblow with the I-Pod jamming and the earbuds in place.
Probably nullifies that whole ‘protecting your ears’ theory, huh?
rigs it’s none of us males here, right? I’ll bring Fudgsicles all summer long…
Pizza’s ordered. I’m hungry.
oops- I meant by the “none live here” to refer to the MMP. Yes, I live with the One.
But you can bring all the Fudgsicles you want!
And Dreamsicles? Man, I haven’t had either one of them in a LONG time. Guess what’s dessert after lunch tomorrow?
Fudgsicles, yum! Gotta buy some.
A very odd thing happened this afternoon. I looked out the back door and saw drops of water on the windows. And on the steps and sidewalk. I think someone broke the sky.
Good thoughts and prayers heading your way, tarra. Let us know how things are going.
Yes, swampy, pretty much Rebo’s NOT wedges (slightly different spices). I usually make them plain (not even olive oil), but thought I’d spice them up a bit. Yummmmy.
Whap the man upside the head with the proverbial wet trout, rigs.
Well, back to cleaning up.
GT
Herbs you’ll be in my thoughts and prayers tomorrow.
I haven’t had a fudgsicle or dreamsicle in Og knows how long! Course now thanks to two certain cool kids who shall remain nameless I’m now jonesin’ for both.
In other news, I had me a bubblebath whilst sippin’ on a glass of wine. I am now all relaxated and workin’ on sleepification.
BTW, JoeDawg’s daddy called me and thanked me (again) for what I did today. He also promised me that he’d have us over for dinner and actually cook all of it (inflection his) real soon. 
I’m afraid if I started to beat him, regardless of instrument, I would not finish until he was dead. It can take an awful long time to kill someone with a wet trout.
But by god, it would feel good…
(no worries, Mods–no fish in the house, more’s the damned pity).
ooh, Dreamsicles–nummers…And Creamsicles, too!
I don’t think I’ve ever had a Fudgesicle or a Dreamsicle. I did have Ginger chicken stir fry for dinner.
rigs, glad it ain’t me. Hope it gets better, though.
gt, it rained here last night. Of course tomorrow we have a ozone advisory. Wonder if kai needs a butler?
Herb, I’ll keep you in my prayers.
Lemme, I’ll pay you to take my cat. At least she isn’t hurling precious bodily fluids at her roommates today.
Ya know, doggio, you have a genius for capturing Lucretia’s evil looks.
Is it legal never to have tried Fudgsicles? They’re pretty much the best thing ever.
Did I tell you I celebrated the rain (well, slightly dripping sky) by going to get some ice cream and eating it while walking around the block? 1/2 banana and 1/2 dark cocoa. Yum.
Next load of laundry is in the dryer. There are a couple loads left for tomorrow, but I have clothes to wear for the week. Yay!
GT
That’s what my Simon is SUPPOSED to look like, but he weighs an additional 20 pounds. (the cat lives to eat-he’ll eat anything and constantly–I no longer believe people who tell me that cats are finicky. BS. This is my second garbage disposal feline).
GT–yay for clean clothes!
Who is Herb and why are we concerned? (I musta missed something)
herb=tarragon918. She’s having her thyroid looked at tomorrow.
Lucretia keeps her girlish figure because hating burns a lot of calories.
Tarragon! My best to you on the morrow…
Funny, I’ve hated all day, and haven’t begun to burn off the halfpan of brownies I consumed in my snit. Must pay to be feline.
