Thanks, guys, I guess I’m feeling a little bit better. At any rate I just ate a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie so I guess I can’t be too bad.
Swamps, thanks for the tacos, but… MY EARS ARE RINGING FROM ALL THE SHOUTING!!!
Spaz, don’t forget to borrow a door for the sofa and remember to drill holes in the sofa door so the rain will can drain out of the storage cabinet. Cos if you forget the sofa won’t be on the door anymore.
Is that right?
Garden - my monkeys make me look positively sedentary.
That said, MrsDangergene is always telling me to stop being so ‘ON!’. “How can you be even awake? You went to bed at 2 and it’s only 7am and you’re singing MARY GODDAMN POPPINS?!?!?! SHUT UP AND BE TIRED ALREADY!” (likely there was some hokkien in there too, y’know, just for flavour) (not gluten though, mmmmmmm… gluten, it’s good for his summer coat! See how it shines? 'Come up to that fresh, clean taste of GLUTEN™’
Nava, Trying to compete? Moi? Baby, t’aint no competition when you’re the best there is at what you do, and what I do is… well… ROWR!
(dangergene strikes 1890’s pugilistic pose, wearing appropriate top hat, longjohns-style swimsuit and suitably handle barred moustachio).
TV beckons people, the little ones are asleep with visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in their heads, dear bride is curled up in front of the last episode of the apparently-excellent ‘AIR CITY’ (Korean drama series starring lots of implausibly perfect (by perfect I mean ‘hot’) Korean actors)
…and I need to work out why my work lackey is terrified of lizards after I told her the house-lizards, (the skin coloured ones with evil, black, shiny eyes) are EVIL cos they’re not natural!!!
See, my story is that they’re made by an evil Bomo out of boiled skin and disposable chopstick-skeletons and their eyes are tiny grains of… something black and shiny (and evil), and these lizards, see, I’m sure they plan when we’re not looking, scheming and plotting! And when we’re all asleep one day (or night?) they’ll eat our brains and we’ll wake up dead and controlled by EVIL HOUSE LIZARDS THAT LOOK LIKE SKIN!!!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
(ok, it’s not my lackey who’s scared of them, it’s me, but don’t tell anyone I had a fight with a lizard in the shower last night and… and… and… I had to run away for a bit but then I killed it with a laundry pole… maybe… I wasn’t actually looking, I just kinda thrashed about in the shower room with the 8ft bamboo pole… COS IT WANTED TO EAT MY BRAIN!!! And… I like my brain).
I watch tv now.
Thanks for Taco Swampy, deeeeeee-lishus!
Cuts are weird.
Last week, I gashed up the back of my hand on a screw that was sticking out of a wall. About three inches end to end. Lots of blood. Barely any sensation - it was almost one of those things that didn’t start to hurt until I noticed that I was wounded.
Yesterday, I nick the tip of my thumb with a sharp kitchen knife, and I mean nicked… It’s maybe a quarter inch long, but it bled like crazy. And it stings like a box of wasps.
Just weird.
Coworkers came over with a menu to a good restaurunt and asked if I wanted anything. At first I said “no, thanks,” thinking that we would all be responsible for paying for our own meals. (It’s a moderately expensive restaurant.) But, then they said that it was on the VP’s Corporate Card.
Steak tips are on their way to me. Yay!!
I tried a new caterer this morning. Their first time here and their last time. I can forgive forgetting the coffee cups, I can understand missing the instructions highlighted in bold to call my cell when they arrive, but I cannot forgive MOLDY BAGELS!!!1!! :mad::mad::mad: Morons.
Hopefully, the rest of the day goes smoothly and I can work on the [del]database[/del] web page. Did I tell you it’s a web page now? Whatever.
A friend’s brother-in-law has been arrested by the Nigerian government for “spying” while filming a documentary in the Niger Delta. NY Times article, blog site with updates. So, yeah, my day isn’t going that well, but I’m sure Andy would rather have moldy bagels than be in Nigerian custody. Andy’s translator, Samuel George has not been seen since Monday.
Evening all. Busy day - much shopping for new clothes for the growing HRH (she has grown an inch in the last 2 months), and replenishment of staples &c. to enable me to impress MIL with my cooking prowess. Tomorrow, I shall stun her with [del]Betty Crocker’s[/del]my fabulous Banana Nut Bread!!!
rigs, DON’T FORGET TO POST THE RECIPE FOR DEATH CHICKEN!!!
Hullo everyone… I’m having salad for lunch. Glorious, cholesterol-free, fat-free, vegan-friendly carrots, chickpeas and tomatoes. Which I am washing down with a gluten-free, soy-free, peanut-free cappuccino.
Mmmmm… health food.
Finally found some time to process my photos from last weekend’s camping trip. I’m particularly proud of this one. More to come later, maybe… I think there are a few other ones worth sharing that I haven’t finished processing yet.
Shadow, there’s no excuse for moldy ANYTHING. I hope they comped the meal, or at least gave you a partial refund to make up for their screwup? Good thoughts going in the direction of your friend’s BIL… I hope they get him out quickly and safely. 
That is a gorgeous photograph!!!
I had health food for lunch, too. Bastard Poutine. 
Sigh. I know about the gluten free stuff because Best Friend found out she had celiac disease last summer when she was here, and she’s a big (well, actually really depressingly thin) foodie, so we were reviewing what she could and couldn’t eat, and they put wheat in a lot of toothpaste, spices, anything that says ‘yeast extract’, canned broths. A lot of alcohols contain wheat or barley. She’s had stomach and intestinal issues, and very bad migraines, for several years, all of which can be caused by eating gluten. It’s not even an allergy- it breaks down the villi in the intestines so you can’t absorb nutrients.
So we also found out why she’d dropped about fifteen-twenty pounds in a year. Not good. She’s six feet tall and probably weighed about 150, tops.
Chocolate is generally gluten-free.
Well, I’ve had a simply fabulous morning… First off I half woke up needing to pee, so I reached down to pet Pratchett who was curled up next to my tummy, and he didn’t so much as stir–this is odd, because he usually wakes right up and starts eating my fingers. So I scritched him some more, and pinched his ear, nothing. So I shook him and picked up his front paws but he still didn’t twitch–then I stuck my hand next to his nose and moved his lip around but he still didn’t move, and in my half asleep state I freaked out because I was convinced he was dead. I shook him some more and he FINALLY woke up but by then I was shaking and crying because he felt just like SpaceDawg had when I was curled up next to her back as she died and it just hit me all again… I’m leaking tears right now just thinking about it…
Of course after that there was just no way I was getting back to sleep and I was out of coffee anyway so I got up and took a shower and headed out–had to take the van because my car is having weird electrical issues and tried to strand me the other day so I ain’t driving it until it gets fixed. Van was pretty much out of gas so I stopped in at the RV dealers to get it filled (it takes propane, not gas.) The propane tank was surrounded by an inch deep puddle from washing down the lot, so I had to walk careful in my flipflops to avoid getting my feet soaked. The guy who was supposed to pump my propane was obviously A) totally incompetent and B) scared of the propane tank, because after hooking up my rear tank he went over to stand by the tank–which you can’t do because once the tank fills you need to shut off the exhaust valve before it sprays -109[sup]o[/sup]F gas all over the fitting, which can freeze the thing on there, not to mention that’s wasting propane I’m ponying up 2.80 a gallon for! So I ended up filling the back tank, then told him to get the front one, so he puts the fitting on and turns the pump back on but never opened the exhaust valve! That meant I had to go squat down by the front tank in the puddle to mind the valve AGAIN, and the front of my skirt got away from me and got all soaked–I was getting friggin’ pissed off by that time. 80 bucks I paid to pump my own fuel and get my clothes soaked, then I had to wait for the sales guy to mosey his ass into the office to take my money–woulda served them right if I’d just driven off!
Then off to Winco–and on the way there and back home no fewer than THREE clueless assholes jammed on their brakes in front of me–one because he got confused about whether he wanted the left lane, so he slammed the brakes on while there’s a green light in front of us and we’re going 40 mph! Do these clueless fools not know that a full size van can NOT stop as fast as a friggin’ Honda Civic? Missed that guy by about a foot. Then another guy couldn’t be bothered to signal for a right turn and jammed on the brakes while swinging WIDE left–guess that big old Saturn has to really maneuver to make those tricky rights… The last guy did the same while I was coming down a steep hill–he had a clear left with zero traffic but felt the need to come to a complete stop and count three just to make sure. I’m so glad I maintain my brakes well…
Did I mention the whole point of this trip was to get coffee? Gah. I finally have a cup in front of me and I’m trying to shake the morning megrims, but not having a helluva lot of luck with that…*
I can haz Death Chicken too?
d’gene, I can tell from your posts that you’d be the kind of person I’d probably be forced to wrap in duct tape and beat with a tire iron in short order–your wife must be a saint! 
Hey, whaddaya know, Equal sweetener is gluten free–says so right on the label! :rolleyes: I have a friend who’s celiac and a really dire one at that so I’ve learned all about such hidden troubles as modified food starch and suchlike but really, potato chips? Some people just have no end of making trouble for themselves…
*It does not help in the slightest that Himself was a big old meanie this morning, and made very cruel fun of me for getting freaked out about Pratchett. Actual quote “I can’t believe you expected me to wake up and hug you when you were just being a total Princess WAAAAH and working yourself into a fit.” Yeah, asshole, I’ll remember that the next time YOU wake up screaming with a nightmare and I’ll just roll over and ignore you or mock you instead of holding and comforting you like I ALWAYS do. What a jerk. So I spat in the coffee after I poured my single cup out. Juvenile, I know, but it could just as easily have been pee.
Checking in. Everything bought on The List; neighbors looked after; yard stuff put away.
Right now, garden variety winds and slight rain. All the fun will be overnight.
I’ll check in with y’all tomorrow night if we have Intarwebs access, and I’m supposed to call **Swampy **tomorrow morning for a voice update.
See y’all on the other side. I have a window for a nap I’m gonna use before I go on duty.
Cripes, what a morning you’ve had Smartie.
Sounds like Himself needs a wet trout smack too.
I’m glad you checked in Bobbio. I’ve been wondering what’s going on.
Sooooo…I’m thinking of swinging out of my way after work to go to the German deli. I’ve got a hankering for some German wurst, coldcuts, and brochen. I wish I could access the right accent marks and umlaut on this 'puter.
Oh! It’s time for me to run some daily reports. Ta for now. Smooches, hugs, etc. to all.
A window is a weird place for a nap unless you are a cat BBBobbio. If’n you don’t post, I’ll update everybody after we talk.
Oh and…
SPAZ! GET ADOPTED DAD’S DRILL WHEN YOU GET HOME THIS AFTERNOON AND FIX THE LOCK ON THE SHED DOOR!!! THE LAST THING Y’ALL NEED IS THE DOOR BLOWING OPEN AND RAIN RUINING THE STORAGE COUCH!!!
swampy, if you don’t cut that nonsense out I’ma gonna give you the biggest wet trout smack you EVER saw! You hear me? Don’t even mess with me, I’m in a MOOD. Or worse, I’ll give this guy your address…
Taters, he needs a smack with a cement trout! Where’s my damned taser…
Hey, is anybody able to join the Mumper Social Group? We’re having some permissions problems and I’m trying to find out if it extends to everybody or if it’s sporadic…
I can see the group, but either I can’t join it right now, or I’m missing some obvious button on that screen… (or you’re ostracizing me! :p)
**Spaz **-- did you remember to get Adopted Dad’s drill…?
**Aleq **-- what a wonderful morning… Not 
Hope the rest of the day is a lot better!
**Muppet **-- great picture!
'Gene, either I can’t make heads or tails of your stream of consciousness because I’m out of it, or it’s because the Lizard Zombie actually did eat your brain! :eek: I’m leaning toward the former possibility, but I’m not ruling out the latter, either!
Leo is my sign, Swampy.
Time to purtify for am-byoo-lance duty.
Ack! Forgot the most important thing!!! With Hanna, Ike and Josephine… stay safe, East Coasters!!!
I ain’t afraid of you SmartiePants…
SO THERE!!!
Oh and…
SPAZ! GET ADOPTED DAD’S DRILL WHEN YOU GET HOME THIS AFTERNOON AND FIX THE LOCK ON THE SHED DOOR!!! THE LAST THING Y’ALL NEED IS THE DOOR BLOWING OPEN AND RAIN RUINING THE STORAGE COUCH!!!
And…
RIGS! DON’T FORGET TO POST THE DEATH CHICKEN RECIPE!!!
Ima grill steaks for supper tonight. YUM!!! We’s also havin sallit, company smashed N.O.T. (got 'em all ready to go in the oven) and cheesey bread.
We’re getting something tomorrow- about 5 inches of rain and 45 mph winds…
Stay safe, the rest of youse guys!
Bobbio- be careful out there!
I’m in the mumpers group- which will be a lot like the actual MMP threads, I imagine…
THE SHED DOOR IS FIXED. THANKS FOR THE REMINDERS!
Long day at work. Outer bands are hanging around. Frozen pizza being consumed. Slackoff time has now officially begun.