No, once you find a suitable candidate & drug them, you don’t have a lot of time to remove their kidney, move them to the hotel tub & fill it with ice.
Do you realize how many trips to the hotel ice machine you’d need with that little bucket? What about the fact that the liner doesn’t fit the bucket? Or that they may not be sanitary? See here
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Happy birthday Bear
Happy birthday, swampy!!!
peaches, I’ll bet that snail will be a surprise to anyone reaching for a Chips Ahoy. 
{{{spidey}}}
wet one, the emergency ice deliveries are for parties where the ice is running low and no one is sober enough to go to the sto’ for more.
Today is a little better. I’m actually almost going to have the necessary stuff complete for month end. There will be a couple of things that I have to tie off with people who don’t irk on Fridays and will have to be back dated, and all of the admin backlog, but the biggest share will be done by the time I take off next week.
I have achieved nappage. I needed to rest up so’s I can chow down on catfish filets later.
Butters that was a noble try.
Thanks again all for the bday wishes.
swampy, I assume you’re walking around today with a birthday on your head and one of those curly-ended party blowouts, right?
Another NotGettingShitDone Day.
Took a nap and got awakened by a telemarketer - a liar telemarketer who told me I requested a call from them. I won’t repeat what I said to her, but it involved machetes.
I should be irking so I can take the weekend off.
Happy SwampyDay! (Please assume that I would have coded that all purty if I were on a device other than my phone.) May the ice be plentiful!
I shall raise a glass in your honor as soon as go get the truck from the tire shop.
(OK, that drink might be partly to celebrate surviving a day at the mall with a teenager. Including the trauma of a bra fitting.)
But the snail seems to be helping The Fellow with his diet! (Is escargot a better option than cookies?) Oh, and the critter’s name is Rocket.
My work week is over and my work weekend has not yet begun (gotta mow for sure!!) We’re going to see 1776 at a local community theater. I’m not expecting too much, but we’ve seen a couple other shows there and they do OK.
**FCD **is napping right now. He doesn’t want to eat, so as soon as I feed Higgs, I’ll make myself something for supper. The show’s at 8, so we need to leave around 7, especially since we don’t have tickets. No worries, tho - there are plenty of empty seats. And it’s a fairly small venue, so really, no bad seats.
So, date night tonight, sweaty work tomorrow.
Hamburgers for dinner here, for me anyway. Cheeseburgers for Sah-son.
I have a huge weekend to do list, and I told Sah-son - this stuff will be done. He’s been lazy, I’ve been lazy. It’s gotten a bit cooler so we can do some outdoor work this weekend. I got the neighbor’s permission to cut down some saplings. She’s told me I can do whatever I want out back, so there will be a lot of cutting and trimming this weekend.
Percy got a reprieve because he is coming out of hiding for Sah-son. So he gets a little more time.
Dindin from Blackbeard’s has been ingested. Shrimpies, stuffded crabs, catfish filets, cheese grits, slaw, baked N.O.T.s, hush puppies, green beans (cause they’re healthy), and fried dill pickles (the appetizer). YUM! We’s both stuffded from that and brought some shrimpies and catfish filets home. Now it’s chill time. I feel like I could sleep for the next sixteen or so hours.
Yay!
There will be lights (and more importantly, A/C) in the new place next Firday!
Happy Birthday Swampy!!
{{{Spidey}}} No mercy killing I’m afraid. May your suffering be short.
Peaches Snails as a diet aid. Ingenious! Although I, myself, have been known to eat snails…
Floors into the house today. Utilities switched on in the Oregon house. I haz a migraine (yah - not news). High of 103 (yah - also not news). Think we’ll go see a movie. Nice and cool.
For God sakes, Mom, sit down! Enjoy the date.
sunny and red, glad that the Demon Murphy has been letting you alone on the property issues. May he continue to be confused trying to locate you.
Sari, I bet I can do lazy better than you and Sah-son. I’m great at lazy.
Ate some pancakes and bought some books, and watched the US Open, so that was enough ambition for one day.
I worked, came home, and napped. The heat must have wore me out. I’m doing my first load of laundry with the newly repaired washer/dryer. I can do laundry drunk and naked now if I wanted.* 
And 10 days till vacation.
Congrats on the utilities, red and Sunny!
Peaches, has Girl2.0 named the snail Gary?
Spidey, hope you [del]get axed quick[/del]feel better soon.
*I suppose I could have done laundry drunk and naked at the laundromat, but then there’s all that “indecent exposure” and “public intoxication” stuff being shoved in your face by The Man.
I will be able to do the drunk and naked laundry thing for the first time in my life in another week and a half. When I had a washer/dryer before, I didn’t live alone. 
Happy
Birthday
SWAMPYKINS!!!
And many hugs from both of us.
The going-away party was fun! A little odd since the guest of honor decided not to come in for his last day but ---------- we knew that could happen. We just enjoyed abusing him the same as we would have if he was there. One of the managers took charge of the gifts and will mail them; USPS since that is where he is jumping ship to. 
To celebrate Swamp Bear’s birthday, I cooked Brussels sprouts for dinner.
Happy birthday, Swampy!
The new house is starting to feel a little more like home. Tonight was Fiesta Friday, which means tacos. The sprog was sent on his first errand, namely to the supermarket for lettuce. We live just a few blocks from a Weis market, which I’m really not fond of, but lettuce is lettuce, so whatever.
Tomorrow, the sprog and I go to the old house to finish packing up his room and the kitchen, then we go to his Court of Honor, which is apparently Scout-ese for “backyard pool party”. He’s been tasked with the purchase of snacks.
I’m a tired old fart, so I am going to shuffle off to the boudoir, where I shall slumber nestled in the arms of Morpheus.
Happy Birthday Swampy!!!