They didn’t come up to the apartment after lunch. I thought of winging a few in their direction from my window, but there was a state cop car parked next to theirs, and I had visions of getting arrested for Assault with a Deadly Confection.
Did you remember to tell us about your being about a non-public day of sloth attire and I missed it? Dang.
Happy doperversary shady!
Long time no see flytrap!
Like you, taters, I’m due for new glasses. Our new system at irk isn’t as customizable in regards to type size and font contrast, so I’m struggling some days.
I woke up in the middle of last night freezing. The temp had dropped to the low forties. I turned the heat back on (in freakin’ May for heaven’s sake!). We just got round four of the storms going through, so it will likely be chilly tomorrow too. I’ve worn capris with a polo and a hoody with jeans all in the same week.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Correction: 12 ½ minutes.
I doubled the time to see how long it would have taken had I spent an hour in Costco.
Quick! Somebody weld his feet to the deck so he can’t get away!
I’m jealous. All the Timmys in my state closed without warning ten years ago. (The closest ones are still vacant!)
You mean all those pictures you’ve posted on FB are from fifteen years ago??
Aren’t you the wicked one ? 
[thanks, by the way, you made me smile and I needed one]
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to sort and heave.
And had a hamster for a mother!
If he said he was napping in his tank room, does that mean he sleeps with the fishes?
Do you want the human sacrifices to think you are a slob?
qthanks all but im probably be on even less Since pc has taken to turning off every few minutes or so shouldget it fixed but who knows repair guy says hes backed up to a week
You aren’t the first to point out that I look young for my age. Got carded for cigarettes into my late 20s; got carded for booze last week.
I have resting bitch face a stoic expression, don’t giggle or smile a lot (that comes out instead in my tone of voice, and through my eyes) and never birthed children.
That’s gotta be it, since I don’t wear sunscreen, eat like a toddler, drink too much, haven’t seen a doctor in ages (not my choice - it’d be nice to have health insurance, given I work overtime, but that’s a rant for another forum) and just generally take absolute shit care of myself.
Also, it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep, which is why I’m posting this nonsense.
Hiya, shoe. I’m up, too. The hamster wheel of my mind keeps insisting it has to keep going to stay in one place, like the Red Queen.
I tried to develop resting bitch face once. It was an experiment. I was trying to figure out why strangers kept coming up to me to tell me their life stories, and a friend suggested it might be because I look so approachable. So I tried to assume RBF, but I kept cracking up.
I wish you had health insurance. I wish we had single-payer so nobody had to get health insurance. It’s appalling how many GoFundMe accounts there are for medical crises. We want you to live long and prosper, in that order.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 55 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 77 and N.O.S. for the day. A bit of a cool down weather wise. I need to take care of a few church janitor Junior Warden duties over to the church house. I shall do that earlyish this mornin’ just to get it done. Then I can sloth about da cave for the rest of the day. Sup shall be burgers ‘n fixin’s and fries due to a gnawin’ and a cravin’.
Boo yestiddy’s sloth day attire consisted of a light gray tshirt with “America est. 1776, with liberty and justice for all” written upon it and a pair of dark gray shorts. Usual sloth attire consists of tshirt, shorts or jammie pants, and when 'tis cold out sweat shirt and sweat pants. Oh and socks. Plus slippers. All color coordinated, of course.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then, alas, alack, woe, and bother, I suppose I shall purtify and don appropriate bein’ about the public attire. Le sigh.
Happy Firday Y’all!
Morning, mumpers! Well, it’s morning for another 8 minute here so by the time I’ve finished this, it’ll be afternoon 
It’s bright and cloudy out there today. Weather app says “It’s fucking mint outside, which is great, unless you’re a cat. Cats hate that shit” and promises me 10C/50F up to 11C/53F all day and partly cloudy. That bit’s right, I can see some cloud along with the blue bits.
So glad to see Friday, even though we had a short week this time (bank holiday on Monday), it’s been a very loooooooong one! I am not going anywhere so it’s back to the usual attire - leggings, band t-shirt and hoodie, along with slippers. Some days I wear trainers in the house when my hip/leg/foot is hurting just because I feel like I need the extra support for my foot. Today is not one of those days so slippers it is.
Irk is a bit more calm after the last few days, I think the students have either done all the complaining they’re going to do, or they’ve got other things on their collective mind today. That means I can focus on the next big task on my list before I look at that icky mailbox again.
I’m hoping for an early finish today, then a workout and it’s my turn to cook dinner so I’m thinking perhaps chicken curry tonight. Friday night cocktails will be on Saturday as I’ve got an 8.15am outdoor bootcamp followed by 9am spin class at the gym in the morning. Can’t do any of that with a fuzzy head, and it relies on me getting up at a sinfully early hour for a Saturday.
Nearly lunchtime too, I has rumbletums despite having my breakfast (yogurt, protein powder and black forest berries) late due to someone shoving a 9am meeting in the diary at short notice. I barely had time to get my hair washed and dried, feed the cats, clean the litter trays, make a cup of tea and brush my teeth before I had to be presentable for the camera. Honestly, 9am on a Friday. It’s almost a hanging offence.
Onwards, ever onwards!
Apparently I have terminal RBF. My last boss thought I was always pissed - he made a comment that caused me to figure it out. Now that I think about it, that could be why no one ever asked me out in high school - maybe I looked like a terminal grouch?? Interesting… Anyway, I’m a freekin’ ray of sunshine, dammit, with an ever-so-slightly sarcastic bent. 
Here’s your foodie tip of the day - pouring Diet Coke over cottage cheese-and-pineapple really doesn’t do much for your breakfast. 
Yeah, brain fart. It was edible, but, um, unique. I don’t recommend it.
I had a pretty good sleep - huzzah for that. If the rain holds off, I’ll drive John Deere around the yard - it’s become rather jungle-y out there. Once the weather moves in, I’ll continue scrubbing the basement walls, then I’ll start patching the various and sundry holes in the drywall. I might even start slapping paint on the walls this weekend. We shall see…
Meanwhile, my day started at 6 because I guess I was done sleeping. I’ve tidied the kitchen, loaded the dishwasher, hauled the kitchen garbage to the can in the garage, changed out the bag in the recycling can, and, of course, tended to the critters. I shall enjoy some quiet computer time before donning grubbies and commencing mowage.
Happy Firday!!
It’s my second Blessed Day Off, and I’m already like, “Nnnooooooo, don’t leave me!”
Well, I put off dealing with Big Govt Admin crap yesterday, so, guess what I’m doing today?
If you guessed, “Frantically searching for ANY way to put it off!” you are correct!
Litter box is clean, but I keep waiting for someone to use it, to give me an excuse to scoop it, thus procrastinating further.
Also, I got vaccine #1 yesterday 
and now my arm is sore. No excuse not to type some crap into a website, but any port in a storm, I guess.
Okay, arm is increasingly sore with that whole “being awake” thing, plus I feel like crap, plus it’s rainy.
Back to bed it is!
Oh, wait.
Holy crap, y’all. I’m not sure how to feel about this or how to process it … after years of being ignored by Other Shoe’s family, his father just popped up on F.B. asking where I am, and calling me “dear.”
I naturally typed out “his father” rather than “my father-in-law” which tells you everything about our relationship.
Anyway, I sent him a brief message, and asked after his wife … errrrr … my mother-in-law.
Okay, now I’m really feeling exhausted … and brain wheels are spinning, so I dunno if I can sleep. But imma grab a kitteh and lie down. This is too much for my poor lil’ ol’ brain, and holy crap I STILL HAVE TO DO THE THING LATER ugh.
Good Firday all. Didn’t write my usual evening missive as internet was up and down late night due to a storm we weren’t expecting. Went out to the soccer fields at 5pm, it was 72F and clear. About 6pm some major-league dark clouds appeared and started coming at us quickly, so I ended practice early, about 6:15pm. But one girl had her parents coming late, so I stuck around…and then the wind started up, like a mini-twister, trees shaking and dust kicked up on the nearby softball fields, everybody running for their cars…got the kid in my front seat and I stayed under the back door (SUV). About 25 minutes later parent showed up, the traffic was a complete FUBAR so I understood, but if I had been less concerned and left the kid alone… Temperature went from 72F at 5pm to 54F at 7pm. Rain was pretty much gone in an hour or so, but it’s still cool this morning (51F). But the sun is back and only a 3% chance of rain today…we’ll see.
shoe, yeah for jab #1.
FCM, I have met you, and you do NOT have RBF. Anybody looking at your eyes will know that…
swampy, I am currently wearing black/grey/white PJ bottoms and a grey sweatshirt, which is my sloth day uniform of choice. With slippers, of course.
talky, hope car servicing goes well (reminder).
For everyone else, assorted hugs, tears, and hopes for you all in whatever proportions you need. All y’all have a good Firday.
♫ Bag alert!
Major bag alert! ♫
No doubt. My old Passat had 120K on it, and still ran like a dream until someone came to a sudden stop for an invisible bus and turned it into a Passat Sandwich. I miss that car, but am kinda glad that I have an automatic transmission since we’d moved to Tennessee.
One thing about Fang’s school that impressed me is that Personal Finance is a required class for graduation. Now all they need to do is pair that with a semester of Home Ec - the boy retains everything he hears at school, but damn if he can remember how to do a load of laundry.
We went to the Band Year End Banquet last night. Mrs Magill came out. She kept her masks on all night and ate wen she got home. She is (understandably) nervous about catching anything. The band director asked her how she was doing, which was nice. When she was first diagnosed, my MIL suggested I let the boys’ teaches and councilors know what was going on in case they acted out in class. I asked that they keep it on the DL, since we were not looking for sympathy/pity. The director wrote us a very kind and heartfelt note back, and has been asking Fang after us. He is the first band director I’ve actually liked. Every other one I’d ever had the misfortune to meet have been little martinets with egos the size of Cleveland.
Actually, I take that back. His sister, who was the Middle School band director, was the first. He’s the second.
It was too cold this morning to ride, so I’m wearing my sweats and will ride before lunch. I hope the wind isn’t too bad.
Welp, time to polish off the rest of the pot o’ coffee and start the dishwasher.
Somebody’s momma raised 'em right. 
Holy socks, Batman! I missed this drama in earlier perusing.
- Man, I do not miss North Texas storms. Thx for reminding me what I got away from.
- Good on ya, for taking the kid under your wing during the storm. She’ll remember that.