Howdy. The phones are back exactly two weeks later :eek:
I stopped at the Vet and had him take a look at Louie’s bum. He said it looks really good with no sign of infection. The stitches ends are poking the underside of his tail annoying him but doc says there is nothing we can do about that. He will take the stitches out on day 10 instead of 14 if he continues to do well. What an ordeal this has been.
In the middle of my first “design” assignment. The design part is super simple. Figuring out where the info is kept is the challenge. It took a long time to find the related assembly. But I’m cookin’ now! Except it’s lunch time, so I’m taking a break to think…
Happy Hump Day!
I was up and down all night, damn bladder.
I irked my am shift and went back to bed for a bit.
It’s warm outside. A sunny 66 degrees and going up to 70.
I need to get something to eat.
Hope everybody, including Lucky Louie, starts feeling better.
**{{{gotti and DH}}}
{{{Emily}}}**
WTG Sprog!
Bulldog, does your handyman sound anything like Roger Miller? 
It’s been a busy morning and this afternoon, I’m tackling an area that isn’t too familiar to me anymore.
Happy hump day!
Silly me - after finishing part of my assembly, I decided to hit “Save” - turns out there are over 2000 conflicts in the model and each one seems to take about 5 seconds to resolve. I can’t cancel it, so I’ve got to either hard-reboot the computer or wait. rah.
At least I can surf on the other screen while CREO percolates.
Bulldog, the rooster was voiced by Roger Miller, better known for some of his rambling songs like “King of the Road” and “You Can’t Rollerskate in a Buffalo Herd” among others (I’m sure they’re on you tube if you’ve never heard them).
Stay warm.
And I actually just got some work to irk on…take care all y’all…
He’s got a decent voice, and he stays on key allright, but he can’t stick with a tune for longer than two or three snatches and a riff. He also can’t decide if he wants to sing the actual lyrics, make weird shit up, go the scat route, or just hum, so you end up with something like:
Bring back, bring, back, oh bring back my hammer to me, to me…
Da da da da, la dadadada why won’t this panel go in (sung in tune, mind you)
Last night da da da on my pillow
Da da da da da on my bed
Insert Humming Here, roughly approximating the song…
And bring back my Bonnie to me!
Well, no blood and I didn’t feel a thing. He took one look at it and said it looks like what I guessed earlier in this thread.
And I seem to have lost eight or nine pounds since my last physical.
The Jazz Carpenter.
I didn’t realize you were an MMper, Johnny.
Howdy Y’all! Irk has been survived once again. YAY! I kept thinkin’ I need to bring some sort of food stuff tonight in addition to the wine. So, I called the fish sto’ and they are bakin’ up some salmon for me. OYKW will pick it up as his orifice is near the fish sto’. Go Me!
Bulldog could be worse. Instead of a singin’ carpenter you could have carpenter ants. 
I’m not. Just saw the title this time and decided to post. 
Wait… Why? Have you been talking about me? :dubious:
Oh no, of course not!
Psssst! He’s here.
Flytrap ix-nay on the Ohnny-Jay alk-Tay. You’ll ruin everything!
Well, Johhny-boy, since you’ve ventured into our clubhouse, you’re getting a nickname. And I propose, in honor of my favorite fictional DJ who said *booger *on the air in LA, I think your Mumper nick shall be Fever.
Welcome to the tribe. Next time, bring chocolate.
Home for a wee bit. It’s Weds, which is Fried Chicken Day at Kevin’s, so we’re going to Kevin’s for supper. Yay for no cooking and no dishes!!!
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Bulldog could be worse. Instead of a singin’ carpenter you could have carpenter ants.
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Somewhere around here, I’ve got a cartoon that I did years ago with someone asking something like “Are you carpenter ants?” “Nope, we’re electricians!” and the ants in question are dragging some wire.
Other fun is to be dismantling a decrepit pergola and finding it’s still inhabited by carpenter BEES. Being deathly allergic to stings, DH made a very hasty retreat to inside the house when I made that discovery.
FCD got his chicken and I had steamed shrimps. Ice cream for later. Chillage for now.
Airman’s got bronchitis and prescriptions that are crazy 'spensive, even with insurance, the sprog’s off school until Monday, and no call with an offer.
Dinner is what-you-want-when-you-want-it. I don’t give a rancid crap, and I don’t think anyone else does, either.
I’m still coughing and have a runny nose, and that shortness-of-breath thing that’s been worrying me.
People tell me it’ll get better in time.
I think I’ll just sit here and try not to think of the fact that a bunch of my friends can go to rehearsal tonight, and I can’t. 
I would sing to make you feel better but my singing rarely has that effect.
On totally unrelated notes (not the musical ones) work was better today but mostly because the angry person is off until Friday. Dinner was a lovely home-done taco salad and very nice.