Had a short 4 hour day, did grocery shopping and a beer run(Yay payday!!!), and walked Gordie. Now it’s chill time.
It’s 24 years old? 
Bella is disappointed that those were not cookies for cats.
Weirder than playing Twister at 1:00A.M. in a Vega hotel?
Layin’. If’s he’s liein’, you might need a new YKW.
Only the ones served at the local Chinese buffet.
(Help control the animal and pet population – order an extra General Tso’s to go)
We just decided tonight that starting next week RT is going back over the road again. The position that he took here wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. He took it, primarily, to have weekends home so he could see his kids and in the time that he worked there he didn’t have one weekend off; this is just one of a long list of things that they said he was going to be doing that they changed their minds about immediately after hiring him. Not to mention that he has rheumatoid arthritis and this job had him outside in the cold quite a bit and it was very painful for him. I’ll admit that I’m going to miss having him home all the time, but as he said, it’s not like we’ve even had the same days off to spend time together.
The good news is that he’s going back to the same company that he worked for previously and they liked him so much (who wouldn’t? 
) that he keeps his years of service and even his vacation days! The other good news is that he’s going to go back to work and they’ve switched his schedule so that he will be home every weekend instead of just twice a month. So, overall, I think this is going to be a good move.
Otherwise, I’m soooo glad that tomorrow is Firday. Aren’t you?
What does it mean, “Firday”?
The day between Thursday and Saturday.
Yay for RT getting a better job, sticky!
doggio, flattery will get you everywhere. 
Dinner was good. We ate at a local Indian place that really isn’t well known outside the Indian community. The rogan josh was perfect, as was the tandoori chicken and muligatawny (that one doesn’t even come up on auto complete or spell check). It was good to spend time girl talking with the bestie.
How ya doin’?
That’s the day we pine for the fjords.
Never heard of cat cookies, but dog biscuits are made from collie flour.
Actually, the correct word would be lyin’. You can *lay *a thing down, but a person will *lie *down, therefore be *lying *down.
Good morning, sorta. **FCD **just left then came back. Partly because he forgot his phone, but partly because he discovered he’d forgotten it when he got to the end of the driveway and saw that our mailbox had been knocked down and he was going to call and tell me. If someone drove into it, they’ve sustained damage, because it was installed over a steel post (about 3" in diameter) that was sunken into the ground. I’ll have to check it out when daylight arrives.
This would be the second time since we’ve been here. The first time, some kid down the street, known for driving like an ass, took it out. We didn’t call the sheriff, but I think we should have. I don’t know if I should call today or not - maybe I’ll call and ask. It’s not like we witnessed anything.
But it also means we’ve got to reinstall it at the very least, and possibly replace it, depending upon the damage. Dammit!
Other than that, my big obligation today is my eye exam at 10. I’m also going to let the pellet stove burn out and cool down so I can clean it. And the dishwasher needs to be emptied. That’s a pretty full schedule, ya think?
So, Happy Firday!!!
Incidentally, flytrap, you might want to check out the MMP FAQ sticky to answer your question… 
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffienated, and purtified, so no YAWN. 'Tis 40 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 57 and sunny for the day. Yay sun! Haven’t seen that this week.
As soon as OYKW finishes purtification, we’re goin’ to Pearly’s for brekkie. I foresee a ham 'n cheese omelette and some grits in the near future. YUM!
Ok, that’s all I got. OYKW is askin’ if’n I’m ready to go, so I reckon I shall go.
Happy Firday Y’all!
flytrap, your incessant questioning of the meaning of things is GETTING OLD! KNOCK IT OFF! :mad:
also, blurf.
The mailbox is back in place, at least for now. I gotta say, ain’t nothing quite like wielding a post hole digger in 28° weather! Then I got to go back to the shed for a shovel, because post hole diggers aren’t as handy for putting dirt back in the hole they dug.
**FCD **said the mailbox was across the driveway when he left this morning and he tried to put it back in place, but it fell to the other side. I didn’t see any evidence of skid marks or footprints, so I’m guessing aliens levitated it, then changed their minds and dropped it. Luckily, the freeze hadn’t extended into the soil, so it was just wet and easily removed. I hit what sounded like rock and I’m guessing it’s the concrete base that originally held the post, before it got all bent up the first time.
I put it back in place and packed in as much dirt as I could. I’m thinking in the spring, we might want to consider adding some cement around what remains of the post. But for now, we can get our mail, and that’s what matters.
Still, my good white sneaks are icky. I should have put on my icky sneaks. At least the weekend isn’t ruined yet…
What does it mean, “KNOCK”?
My master plan nears completion!
Watch it, bucko. Or we’ll have Thoughtless put a black mark in your permanent record.
Up, and caffeinated. I’m off today, so I shall tailgate before the game.
His Permanent Record has so many black marks, it looks like a sheet of charcoal.
Moooommmm!, that sucks.
“Another day breaks and the last one’s gone,” says Sam Roberts. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Capt Kirk around here in a while, I don’t think. I wonder what became of him.
Rehearsal tonight.
Perhaps there was a transporter accident.
He got a steadier job, and a life in Meatspace. He posts on Facebook from time to time.
Last night’s dinner was the ultimate in singles cooking: a one-pan meal of one-serving size. A cornish hen roasted up with a few little taters and carrots and onions and garlic cloves. It was gooooooooood. It came out of the oven looking so pretty I posted a FB pic, so of course my mother FBshits with a “Why weren’t we invited?” comment. How passive-aggressive. Besides, it’s a tiny little bird forfuckssakes! I ate the whole thing myself, and I have a notoriously small appetite!
Today’s lunch is leftover roasted root veggies plus black beans plus leftover fried rice from Chinese delivery earlier this week. If you ignore the fact that the roots were roasted with poultry ***AND I DO 
***, my lunch is completely vegan. :dubious: