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First load on the lines, second load in the machine. I’s efficient! 
Ok, everything is peeled, cored, seeded and chopped. A little break before cookin’ it all up. WHEW!
Just talked to RT, slightly less blurfy. He’s stuck out of town this weekend. Oh, and doggio, when I first told RT that I had mono he immediately said that he had stereo. 
Of course then he wanted to know who I’d been kissing. Haha.
Speaking of sick, the Bubster is getting sick. Looks like pancreatitis again. I’m trying to head it off at the pass so that we don’t have to go to the emergency vet and he won’t have to stay overnight again. My poor little boy. 
Blurf. I have a killer backache today. So, I will just be lazy. I’m going cook up some butter peas and rice served with lots of onions and fried Spam. Yummy.
Three loads washed, fourth in the machine right now. I can’t get motivated to go outside and weed - it’s overcast and dreary. The weather forecast says partly cloudy - obviously this is the cloudy part. Maybe the sunny part is to follow?
AWWWWWW… feel better {{{Bubbaschnoodle}}}!
Pear relish is now processin’. Almost done. GO ME!
: sneaks in load of sock and underwear :
doggio why are you washin’ just one sock? The other one still smell ok? 
Pear relish has processed and now the jars are coolin’ down. I have ten pints of pear relish. Go Me!
Too late, doggio! Laundry is done. But if the sun doesn’t come out soon, I fear everything on the line will have to take a quick tumble in the dryer. Dammit.
**FCD **is on his way home. I still haven’t gotten motivated to pull weeds. Lazy feels so good…
It’s “holey”, it doesn’t need baptism.
Mawnin all (just barely) and Happy Saturday
I have been deficient in my Mumping so {{{{{{Big Hugs}}}}} to the sickies
Life is just weird, got a call from “Cocaine Client”, he wants me to do a show for him. This is a guy that I publicly humiliated, in front of his clients, and then completely dissed him after I called him out for his nose bleed. I think not.
Any hoo Happy Caturday
Jim
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I have a headache.
I fell back asleep and overslept.
I made it to the post office and got lunch at Gino’s.
That cookie recipe has some odd amounts because it’s cut way down from when I make it at work. It’s usually six or seven times that much.
Hey Spaz, thought you might want to know Da Pie-Ratz are whuppin’ UNC’s ass right about now.
I was all excited when I read it and there were weights. 
Bubba and I are home from the emergency vet and we are both exhausted. I think I’d be more productive at homework after taking a nap.
I decided instead of weeding, I’d do a grocery run. I got a big package of 97% ground beef on sale, and it’s become a big batch of sketty sauce plus 2 small meatloaves. I also got a bag of russets, and they’ll become a batch of twice-baked N.O.T.s - maybe tomorrow.
Sun is trying to poke thru the clouds, but I don’t know if it’ll be enough to dry my laundry. Oh well… **FCD **is crashed on the couch watching TV, altho I don’t know if he’s awake. It’s a good lazy day.
There is justice in the universe.
Just waiting on Irish Storyteller to text me back so I can deliver his appropriately insulting birthday card.
This is a sporting event of some sort?