No but I make myself pretend they do.
I actually just got a robo-call about this. No big surprise but this one was from nuns. Yeppers – Robo-Mother-Superior just wants to remind me. One of our remaining aunts (the OWs side of the family) is a Sister there and we are going to give; were anyway. But Robo-nuns just tickled my funny-bone for some reason.
And the people too slow for their end up as seasonals at Da Jungle in Line C (AKA the leper colony)
What did you get it changed to — back into dinosaurs? :eek: Didn’t you learn anything from all those Jurassic Park Movies you fool!!!
And we didn’t even have to bribe her. We did ------- but we didn’t have to. 
No ---- the following is not a joke: ages ago my GP/GS was Hubert M Frankenstein, MD.
I always told him his MD stood for “Mad Doctor”.
Despite that he was a great sawbones and did good by me.
Howdy Y’all! I survived! Go Me! Mouth is sore (duh!) but I got pain meds and will take them faithfully as directed. I had a :eek:Wally*World:eek: brand nutritional supplement (don’t judge, it’s cheaper and has the same stuff as the name brand) with some ice cream a little while ago and am now sippin’ on some Diet Poopsi. BTW straws are our friend. In a while I shall attempt some chikin 'n rice. All in all, so far so good.
Butters hope the trip back home was a good one. I’m guessin’ by now you may be there and are pleadin’ with HRH Lucky Louie for forgiveness.
The fish in post 26 needs some dental work.
She brought home some white Zinfandel she bought with the money.
You guys are cheap skates! Next time enough for Dom Perignon or the deal is off.
Just got a letter from my prescription drug plan provider telling me that the pharmacy (Walgreens) I’ve been getting my meds from, which is half a mile away, is no longer on their preferred provider list. That means that if I continue going there, I’ll have to pay more for my meds. :mad:
The closest preferred provider is in the next town over. 6 miles away. :mad:
There are 8 or nine pharmacies in my town. They couldn’t have put one of them on their list? :mad:
Every day it’s something. 
le sigh
Home. I stopped at FoodLion on the way home because I needed some fruit to go with my cottage cheese for breakfast. And among other things, I picked up a rotissed chickie - $5 well-spent. I’ll throw together a couple of sides and we’ll have a real meal for supper. And ice cream for dessert.
Glad the day is over - I’ve got brain fry.
Survived dealing with MIL & the doc. All is well with her, as expected. She’s enjoying the happy part of her dotage now. She has no cares and a slowly-increasing inability *to *care.
Had hoped for an afternoon beach walk with wife but a passing shower rained that out. Fortunately it showed up before we actually got out so we’re still dry. Now tummy rumblings override a walk. Perhaps we’ll walk later.
I even managed to kill more admin stuff than the mail person brought today. So I’m gaining on it. Yaay me.
Extra pointless bonus tidbit: My wife was an undergrad just as gender-neutral language was starting to become fashionable. She was an English major & always a revolutionary firebrand. This was a decade before I met her; she has not mellowed with age but I keep hoping. 
Anyhow, in the spirit of the times she decreed that the stuff the postal service delivers could no longer be called “mail”; too sexist.
So in her formulation*, the person person came around daily to deliver your incoming person to the person box and pick up any outgoing person you may have addressed to some other person. See how much clearer everything is when you use the correct terminology?
So if in some future post you see me referring to the person person delivering the person, or to me checking our person box, you know what I’m babbling about. 
Carry on. (But not too loud; the neighbors might complain).
- tongue in cheek of course.
How poisonous? :dubious:
My refrigerator has been broken for a few months now while Sears has “tried” to fix. They succeeded in repairing the original problem and permanently breaking another part. Now they are replacing a $2500 fridge by giving a $500 credit, good only at Sears. Run away. Run far away.
Right now our plan is to do a swing through the Grand Tetons, Yellowstone, and Glacier. If we’re feeling really ambitious, we’ll add 2 weeks in Alaska to a different part of the Summer.
I bet it depends on how many one has at a time. I am testing my theory with Brandy Alexanders right now.
I hear ya. Our dentist just got removed from our list. It is so hard to find a good dentist. :mad:
Swampy glad the dentist stuff is over and you are recovering with appropriate meds and care. Feel better soonest.
I am at PDX, flying down to CA again for some pre-op medical appointments. I can report that I just spilled my sandwich down my shirt. Since I haven’t finished my first Brandy Alexander, there is no excuse. :rolleyes: I’m gonna be looking stylish.
In other news, my husband’s cousin has reached out. Reports are that his mother is doing poorly. Things like forgetting things in the oven and starting fires (between us, she’s been doing that for at least 25 years - that’s just how she rolls), and wandering outside in her underwear (that one’s new). It looks like he’ll need to fly out to Texas before I have my surgery and assess things for himself. I’m thinking she’ll end up in a senior home, or living with us or my brother-in-law pretty quickly. She’s on her own now, for the first time ever. I don’t think it’s good for her. Some people just don’t handle it well mentally. For those playing along at home, this woman made my life hell for decades, but family is family.
Glad your dental work went well swampy.
ruble, my orthodontist when I was a kid was Dr. Holler. :eek:
I’m sure Louie will be elated to see you butters. Drink a bloody for me.
I’m beginning to get caught up from the week off. Apparently, my backups for one admin task didn’t feel like doing anything, so I’m tryiong to catch that up while finishing up a month end project. Time to fix supper.
@Sunny:
Ouch! It sounds like your stress-o-meter is well past eleventy. Hugs that all goes well in CA.
The good news is; she probably won’t remember who you are.
Made it home safe and sound after crash landing in KW. Not really but it is a very hard landing. The first time I really did think we had crashed. The pilot even warns ahead that it is rough. I got the middle seat again. Why me? Probably the cheap fare.
I have one clingy little dog on my hands. He danced and cried and gave sugar and in general missed his Mommy. Now if only I had one more day to rest but alas I must return to irk tomorrow and get EOM/FOM going.
The cat looked up and immediately went back to sleep. Stinker. Hubby is cooking supper. He is really making use of the new grill.
well if they ever quit making parts for the dryer we get a new one … they’ve replaced the washer,stove and fridge… but for some reason about 3 times a year the dryer does this only thing original on the thing is the housing last time it happened it decided to warm up about an hour before repair guy came …
I don’t know who left ca but they blew out the pilot light before they did they need to come back and relight it … it was down to 30 or so last night which is freezing for this part of ca …
Big fish eat little fish,
till bigger ones can grab 'em,
and so on, and so on,
it continues ad invinitum.
-Issac Asimov
If a bigger fish tries to eat him, he bites them with venom that hurts, and they spit him out.
Try flying out of John Wayne airport in Orange County CA. Noise abatement involves a Pilot warning to passengers, a cat shot down the runway, and going ballistic. Wheeeeee!
About 2 minutes after 5 this evening, Higgs was standing with her front paws on my leg, BARKING at me. It was suppertime and apparently she wanted to be fed IMMEDIATELY!!! Goofy mutt…
And now it’s almost bedtime. I’s tahred.
An article on the fang blenny.
There is a “Red Sea Mimic Blenny” that looks somewhat like the Blackline Blenny, because bigger fish believe that he is of the poisonous variety.
How the hell do they know that? I find evolution fascinating.
Meanwhile, back at the Carnivorous Plant aquarium, I’ve been feeding him live adult brine shrimp, and he has colored up in blue, yellow and black from the white and black he had at, G-d help me, Petco.
Proper dinner fell to the lethal combo of low ambition times high hunger. So it was leftover roast pork country ribs and quickie salad. I like keeping pre-chopped salad fixins at the ready; covers for a multitude of sloths. A bit of cheap Malbec, some popcorn, and some evil sheep’s cheese later and all is right with the world. Though a bit yawny.
Mañana ladies & gents. Welcome home Buttercup. I suppose that cat has some redeeming value; darn if I know what it is.