Pajama pants and a sweater over a t-shirt and a “trainer” bra, even though I’m 40, because they’re ridiculously comfortable if nobody’s, ah, looking.
PJs as daytime wear because I don’t wear PJs to bed. (That’s what the pile of blankets is for, duh.)
Taters - is VSP available to you? I got it thru work and carried it into retirement. It just costs me about $29/month for two of us and I can’t remember every paying even $100 for new glasses - and I have progressives with transitions and a few other things. If you can get it, I can highly recommend it.
Busy morning. I did 3 loads of laundry (last one is in the dryer) and I started scrubbing the basement walls so paint will adhere properly. Roxy helped me - yeah, that’s what she did… 
with the windows on the French door. She’s napping now and I’m enjoying a bit of peace. Daughter got her registered for PreK3 - here’s hoping she gets in. There are limited seats in this county and it’s income-based. Fingers crossed…
We were also discussing new-baby stuff. I need to start hitting thrift stores for newborn clothes, as all of Roxy’s are long gone. Poor planning there…
OK, off to empty the dryer.
Wow, I have accomplished … not much.
Did put in a maintenance request about that clogged/slow drain in my basement, and they may be here as early as tomorrow (another Blessed Day Off) so if that works out, that’d be terrific.
I finally seared that bit o’cow from a coupla days ago for lunch. (Poured off the marinade yesterday.) Was quite delish.
Otherwise, I’ve mostly hung out with purring cats, watching dumb videos off Facebook on my phone.
Can’t even be arsed to turn on the big TV.
Check Craigslist or FiveMiles for people who are just giving away FREE newborn stuff .. unless it’s the shopping you enjoy.
An old friend that we haven’t seen for literally years, called and wants to buy $300.00 worth of soap. 
I’ve been out of the soap business for awhile now, but she’s an old friend, so today I’m making soap. 
Wifey is getting one of her financial friends to arraign a HELOC on the little house so’s we can use the money to do a couple of thing to it to get it ready to move into permanently, and also buy a truck. Sure, we already have a truck, an '88 Ranger, but we wouldn’t trust it to make it out of town, much less to central Orygun. So we want a newer one, Og help us.
Costco, definitely Costco.
Went to Grocery Outlet, aka the dented food store, yesterday 'cause that’s the only place that sells a particular brand of sausage patty that’s just about the same size as an English muffin. Had a homemade egg mcmuffin for brekkies today, 
Now I need to go mix up some sodium hydroxide and get some coconut oil and palm oil on to melt. While that’s doing it’s thing I can ride the recumbent bike and catch up on some more This Old House and then shower and dress. By that time it should be ready to mix that stuff with some olive oil and essential oil and Bob’s your uncle. 
Later.
… but you happen to have sodium hydroxide just lye(in’)around?
I saw what you did there. 
I still have all that stuff just lyeing around. I still make soap for us, (we’re addicted), and for our family and friends. It’s just not a business anymore.
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Toga? Bedazzled tube top with gold lamé thong? Stolen mascot costume?
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I think you have that not-being-about-in-public attire confused with swampy’s day-of-slothage get up. Easy to do, I know.
(I know, that top bit is all messed up, but I don’t know how to fix it. I’m old, I’m cranky, I came to computers very late in life and it’s the best I can do today, dammit!)
Off hand ‘Bob’s Your Uncle’ seems like a curious scent for handmade soap, but you know your market. Woodsy, with top notes of tobacco and old leather?
I went to Costco to pick up some wine. I intentionally parked pretty far out, and I used my MapMyWalk app to see how much ‘exercise’ I got. To my surprise, the round-trip was 0.50 miles.
I normally average about 3.1 mph on my 2+ mile walks (~40 minutes). The Costco trip took 24 minutes. Being behind slow people, waiting for people to decide what they want in front of what I knew I wanted (salmon with pesto butter), checking out, and waiting for someone to move her cart so I could get to my car, put me off my pace.
Empty 24-ounce Monster energy drink cans were accumulating in a desk drawer. I decided I’d take them to the kitchen and put them in the can recycling bin, which has a can-diameter hole in the lid to help ensure only cans go into the bin.
So I’m putting 16 large cans into the bin one by one. Everyone who’s in the orifice today was in the kitchen. As I put the last cans into the bin the company president, who was sitting at the table with his chin in his hand, said ‘This has been a weird day.’ Another cow-orker was watching me and she said, ‘Good Lord!’ I said, ‘No, it’s only me.’
So, you’ve met my uncle Bob?
Could have been worse. He could have smelt of elderberries.
I thought I was in the Workplace Rants thread and was thinking to myself, “This is the wierdest rant I’ve ever read.”
I went to the thrift store to look for newborn clothing - I got 7 onesies for a buck each. Plus I got a t-shirt and a little dress for Roxy. And jeans for me. All for under $15!!
Then I retrieved my car and left the truck - at 45-50MPH, it feels like I’m driving over rumble strips, and the wheel shakes. Hope they can figure it out. Meanwhile, my car just needed an oil change. Paul said it’s because I’m good about regular maintenance. He said that’s way cheaper than repairs - well, DUH!! Every 5K miles, it goes in for a once-over - sometimes he finds things that require attention, but mostly, it’s just oil change (and maybe tire rotation.) I’m at 185K and I have no doubt I can get at least 250K, if I live that long. 
Considering my age and that I’m retired, I won’t be putting 65K miles on it very fast. But I may be able to give it to Roxy one day.
Supper was assorted leftovers. No RoxStar tomorrow, so I should be able to finish scrubbing the basement walls. For now, tho, chillage shall ensue.
Howdy Y’all! Today I made cheese thangs, slothed, achieved nappage, slothed some more, cooked and et sup, got kitchen cleanded up, and now I sloth some more. Also, opened up da cave windows for a while as 'twas so nice out. Now I shall continue sloth until it’s time to sloth some more.
You … have different errands from me.
(Am I supposed to be scrubbing basement walls? If so, why?)
I’m scrubbing the walls because it used to be a workshop, so they’re cruddy, and we’re converting the basement to a rec room and I want to paint before the carpet tiles go in. If it hadn’t been a workshop, I probably would have just hunted down any spiderwebs and slapped a new coat of paint on the walls.
So, no, you’re not derelict… at least not regarding the basement walls. 
Ah, okay, thanks. I missed some “you oughta” adulting things over the years (fucked up parents, schools didn’t bring up the slack - calculus was “important” but knowing how to balance savings vs. income - i.e. balancing a checkbook for you old-timers - nah, who needs that?) so I wasn’t sure if I missed something.
Maintenance fixed my basement drain (something about tree roots) so laundry is merrily churning away downstairs.
That admin thing I gotta do? Can I do it tomorrow? Please?
That stinking centipede is still there on the floor. Still dead. So I guess I’d better get the vacuum. They’re so freakin’ gross, though.
I just remembered that I’m supposed to get my car serviced tomorrow. Poop. Hope I remember. Just stuck it on my calendar so I will, but I really don’t want to. Since the pandemic started I keep forgetting to do important things like make sure my car actually has gas in it. So I’d better fill up tonight while taking overlyboy to scouts or I won’t quite make it to the dealer.
Friends came, took me to lunch at an excellent Mexican restaurant. I’m not used to eating a full meal that early in the day, so now I’m uncomfortably full. It was fun, though, and we had great conversation. But get this: they were anxious to beat rush hour traffic, so DID NOT STAY FOR COOKIES!
Oh, pleeease let it be the Rhode Island School of Design mascot! I won’t post a link, as it’s definitely NSFW, but its name is Scrotie, so pretty easy to figure out. And it’d be perfect to wear to Costco, where everything’s giant economy size.
Oh, and shoe, I just now saw your sweet post from the other day when I was so tired. <3 
I’m now imagining centipedes saying, “Ew, ew, ew! Did you see that giant thing with only two legs?” /shudder/
I should get to the gym to burn off some street tacos, but I need to get maintenance here to fix the running loo because I kept forgetting to do that.
Did you at least give them a to-go bag of cookies? 
OK, I’m logging off the PC. I may or may not peek back in from my tablet. I’s tahred…