My nickname was EmG, which became MG, which became Midget.
It’s not too accurate, though, because in real life I am actually very tall. So it works as an ironic nickname too.
Oooh! Pretty fish!
Nice Piano Midget I have keyboard envy. My Hammond is A Piper II and is a bit fussy, sometimes the Bass keys work sometimes not and the vibrato does whatever it wants but I like it.
Happy Sunday all
Spidey you ready for next week? 
Jim
Spidey, once it’s past midnight in your time zone, it’s Monday, and therefore okay to post.
I cleaned and went to the sto. Otherwise, I’m just chillin’.
Is the SpiderMMP up yet?
They are, as Mama Plant used to say, “So ugly they are cute.”
There were few pets at home, and I am an only child, so I wonder why she used that phrase so often…
But I digress.
They look so dumb that one suspects dither fish should be kept with them to show them how to breathe.
Grey but fabulous.
I think we’re done painting the walls. All the masking is down and all the switchplates are back in place. We need to measure for the quarter round so I know how much to buy - I already know how much chair rail and window molding I need.
Two tired puppehs here - Higgs and Cozmo have been running each other into a frenzy, and now they’re both crashed behind me. They should sleep well tonight.
I’m waiting on a call from a woman who wants our old countertops - I hope she calls back. It’d be great to get them out of the garage. Fingers crossed…
Beast loaf is done, green beans with ham cooked , and VWife’s corn pudding is ready, too. The house smells Teh Nom, and I’s hongry.
Afternoon. A day of really not much today. Which has been nice.
I am making stuffed cabbage rolls for dinner. We shall see how they turn out but cabbage leaves are ready, filling is ready and sauce is simmering. I was going to make soup but I didn’t have any chicken boobs and I didn’t want to put pants on and go to the store so I am baking a couple of sweet potatoes to take for my lunch for a couple of days as a low WW points lunch with a salad.
What I really want is potato chips. Specifically Lays Sour Cream and Onion chips. And a huuuuge bag of them at that. Stoopid diet.
The old counters are gone, along with the old sink and faucet - YAY!! I 
SOMD dot com’s classifieds!!
The lady who took it all has horses - 20 horses! Seven are hers and the rest are boarded with her. She wants the counters to set up a horse feed station - an assembly line for whatever it is they eat. I’m glad they’re not going into a landfill.
Day is done. I’s tahred! Who’s starting us off tomorrow? Or tonight? Whatever…
Well, duh, she’s a fox. Why would anyone want an ugly chick? :rolleyes:
IF I start tomorrow, I’ve already said what my title will be & since it’s not nearly as much fun knowing the new MMP title in advance, I will be courteous enough to allow someone else to surprise you. Also, I don’t hafta go into irk tomorrow, so eyes isn’t gettin’ up early.
Home for a bit, irking, then back to the hounds.
I’m hungry too, I might have to text sah-kid to bring me something. Then again I could just put myself on break and go get it myself.
I need one more call to put me over into the next level and get a bonus, then I think I will wrap it up and call it a night.
{{{Bobbio}}}
I’m sleepy. I’ll be glad when the client gets home tomorrow and I can sleep in my own bed again.
What kind of sauce?
I became fond of Jewish cabbage rolls with a sour of sweet and sour sauce of tomato sauce, lemon juice and brown sugar.
I began making them with grape leaves, which greatly impressed Mrs. Plant v.2.0, probably due to the expense. I substituted mustard greens and turnip greens, which she apparently did not notice. 
I had turkey boobs for supper. 
I’m impressed Midget! Usually one turkey boob will do us for three days or so but you ate turkey boobs.
So, Spidey you could put the MMP up before you retire. After all, it’s already Monday for some of the Mumpers. I mean since you already have a title, how much harder could the OP be to write. 
stoopid glasses… “turkey boots” would not be tasty. :smack:
OBL had a good day. A car ride to the park for a couple mile walk & some of the extra Bearnaise sauce dribbled over his food.
He’s now lying on the floor; he just burped & looked up at me. I guess that’s the canine version of “Excuse me”.
Actually it’s the canine version of “Gross! You belched! Get some manners dude!” aka belchin’ and blamin’ it on the human.
In retrospect, it was probably just one, shared with my dad.