But I didn’t speak BADLY of him. Besides, he knows how I feel; I’m honest with him. Finally, I didn’t stomp my feet and tell him “NO!”. He wouldn’t put up with that anyway.
I’m ready to go home dammit…but it’s ONLY 11:15 here. Sigh…
*gt, I am almost finished using up my Warm Chai soap from the Soapy Bear. It’s almost time to start on the cherry. Both smell wonderful, so hah! to you. I have Soapy Bear soap too!
That rhymes. I didn’t mean for it to rhyme.
All the more reason to have multiple husbands, dear. 
In the eatin’ category, I would like a “fish-eating husband” and a “likes hot and spicey foods husband” to start with. Mr. Anachi breaks into a sweat if I use store-brand spicey barbacue sauce when I grill. The only fish he eats is tuna salad. 
Oh, well, you can’t have everthing. At least he isn’t “short-staffed.” <snerk>
Tonite is “I don’t cook” nite so I’ll be stopping at the neighborhood eyetalian place for a pizza (plain cheese) for Mr. Anachi and a yummy cheeseburger and fixins’ for me. I think it was taters who got me yennin’ for a cheeseburger with fixins.
Tomorrow I need to go buy some new running (or walking) shoes. My current ones have split soles across the instep and have over a thousand miles on them so it is time. I also have to get a set of the grumpuses keys copied so I can get in the back door of their building instead of tryin’ to haul grocery bags from the visitor parking all the way through the lobby of the building and way the heck to where their second floor apartment is. It’s a haul and while I don’t mind doing three miles on the treadmill, I’d rather have a shortcut whilst totin’ Grammer’s port wine bottles.
Sunday is Fathers’ Day so I’ll need to pick up a little sumpin and a card for Grampy and take it over to Barbeedoll’s house. She’s feedin’ the grumpuses pot roast for dinner. She makes pot roast every time she feeds the grumpuses. It’s a rule.
Everybody have a good weekend!!!
Yay! My books are here! And I didn’t flash the UPS guy! But oh no, the cd isn’t in this shipment. Poop (but yay), another week of Modest Mouse it seems.
Will there be *taters * with the pot roast Taters? I don’t have anybody to give father’s day gifts and cards to anymore. All y’all go hug the dads in your lives extra for me, okay?
Off to read my new books, neener, neener.
Somehow or other (the details were a bit murky and I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to know!) we got a free lunch for the office today. Ribs, pulled pork, brisket, some kinda stew that no one ate, beans, cole slaw, rolls, and garlic bread dripping with butter. MMMMMMMMMM, it was good! Now I don’t think I even need supper. Maybe ice cream for dinner. How does that sound?
Taters? No, I’m making lasagne. Barbeedoll is makin’ pot roast.
TGIF. It’s been a way-too-long week. But now I’m winding down. I’ve got a load of towels in the washer and the house is open to the lovely, cool afternoon. My sweetie is on his way home, with 2 stops before he gets here, and we’ll have a nice dinner. Tomorrow, I’ll be mucking in the garden and he’ll be trying to finish work on the boat. If that goes well, we’ll actually go out on the bay on Sunday!
Life is good. Happy Friday, all!
I am eating homemade bread. Envy me.
Consider yourself envied.
MMMMMMM
Zut alors! You mean the pot roast isn’t for everyone to share? I need a damp washcloth for my forehead. Pot roast that isn’t for feeding a bazillion people-- I feel faint.
Okay, now I’m really gone. The first book is getting to a veeeeery interesting part. It would be better with a piece of home made bread as a schnackie, but…
[sub]Non-sharing pot roast. Really?[/sub]
OK, explain this to me. Why do dogs roll in stuff? More specifically, why do dogs roll in stinky stuff?
I just took my idiot canine out so she could water the yard, and she took off for the way-back part where she decided to roll in one of her old piles of poo. I saw her rolling, but it wasn’t till we came back in the house and she lay behind me that I got a whiff of the poo. I took her back out and brushed her to find the offending stuff - on the right side of her throat, of all places. Then I brought her in and washed the stinky spot. I think I got it all, but she’s in the other room, so I can’t be sure.
What possesses dogs to act like that? Stoopit dog.
You would have to ask Tupug if the pot roast is for sharing. I’m sure she’d share, but it’s a long way for me to go for pot roast.
The lasagne that I am making however, will be in a huge pan, and I am sharing it. Well, I told my nephew he could come over, but he had to behave. The nephew, by the way, is 35 years old.
Well, back to work. Two and one half more hours and I can go home.
Just saw this post. While growing up I had a dog that just loved to roll in stinky stuff. The worst, however, was the year my mom was driving me to southeast Washington for the Youth Conservation Corps job I had. We stopped in Clarkston for the night. We were walking our dog along the river and he dashed for some tall grass right on the river bank. Before we could get to him he had rolled in dead, rotten, stinky salmon. Ugh! The smell was atrocious! We bathed him over and over again in the hotel bathtub. It took forever to get the smell out.
I considered dragging out the hose, but Bernie has the long coat of a border collie, and I wasn’t ready to take that mess on. I think I’ll have to, tho - she’s still a tad ripe.
The one place I didn’t look!
Ohhhh…you were that guy? Didn’t look like you at all.
Mmmm…homemade bread sounds good.
I’ve been eating festivally food all day. Lunch was at the Festival Latino downtown. They had more variety than I’d expected. I’m thinking about going back again tomorrow…
Dinner was pulled pork and a lemon shake-up (lemonade pretty much made in it’s own glass) from vendors at the bike race that’s this weekend in my neighborhood. We’re invaded by cyclists annually, which is lots of fun. You can tell when it’s getting close to race weekend because we start to see more and more serious cyclists on our streets. I watched the kids’ races and a few sprints earlier. I’ll probably watch a bit more tomorrow and Sunday as well.
Hoping to get more done in the garden this weekend. The weather is threatening to be nice most of the time.
Happy weekend, everyone!
Market day!
Quasi-Daughter is supposed to pick me up at 10:30 exactly (although it’ll probably be 11:00), and we’re going to go eat peameal bacon sammiches and do lots of fun food shopping. Yum!
Happy Saturday!
I’m still deciding what to do with my day. Went out earlier to get coffee and pastries and read. I’m reading The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant. Historical (15th C Italy), but really interesting, I think. (I’m not a big historical fiction reader.) I need to get stuff done in the garden, and need to get some work done, and need to get other stuff done around the house. So I think I’ll go to the library instead.
GT
I’d like to stay home and get some stuff done around here. My poor house and yard are neglected.
But noooooooo…we’re getting ready to head out on the boat again. We’re taking a friend and her two kids with us. Her husband drove over to Lake Chelan to look at some property, so he’s not going with us.
Once again, the weather is not really what I’d like it to be. It will reach 64 degrees by noon, low 70s by this afternoon. Where the HELL is summer?! I want to wake up, see blue sky, 70 to 75 degrees in the morning, and not be cold. Is that too much to ask for SUMMER? IS IT?
Well, I need to fix some sanniches for today’s outing.
Taking a break from yard work - I’m mighty cruddy right now. I learned how to operate the riding mower (no brakes - that’s fun) and I mowed the grassy part of the back yard. I also mowed a path to the back of the yard where my iris bed is, just for giggles. Then I trimmed back the forsythia along the fence side of the yard, and mowed what grass and weeds there I could get with the push mower. Next, I trimmed the other side of the forsythia hedge, hoping to encourage it to thicken into a privacy hedge. I need to gather that stuff up. I trimmed a few azaleas at the same time, just because.
Then I hitched the utility wagon to the mower, raked up the branches I’d flung over the fence, and took them way into the back of the yard to rot away. I’m not one for burning, and I can’t see paying to take them to the landfill when we have the better part of 2 acres that we’re letting go back to nature - and nature naturally rots branches and leaves that are separated from the mother plant. Recycle on! I also fixed the spot in the back fence where the dog was scootching out. And I put a fair-sized log in front of it. If she defeats the latest fix, I may have to add a moat with alligators.
I’m taking a break now after trimming back the driveway side of the front forsythia hedge. Once I’m cooled down, I’m going to attack the back side of the hedge, and then get a bow saw and go after the monster evergreens at the end of the driveway. I hate them. I’ve always hated them. I want them gone. I think I’ve finally convinced my husband that they’re ugly and they must be replaced. He’s not really happy, but when my mom said they were ugly, too, he may have realized that we’re right.
The front still needs to be mowed - I’ll get to that after I finish pruning. Mowing is easy - you just ride around. Of course, there’s the hand mowing required in the ditch and on the slope beside the driveway. I really should get that done today too. We shall see…
Thank goodness it’s cool and breezy. I filled my big mug with ice water, and the dog has been accompanying me - she’s actually stayed nearby, which is good. I don’t feel like racing after her all thru the neighborhood. It’s a lovely day to play in the garden!
Wow, FCM! What time did you start working out there? I got tired just reading your post. Sounds like about 3 days’ worth of work to me.
Me, I went to the library, watered and did some weeding and pruning, then decided to go out and take a look at the bike races. They’re doing a men’s 75 mile race and a women’s 45 mile race right now. I walked the course backwards to maximize the number of times I’d see the cyclists. It’s really cool. I stopped and waited at every turn in the course and could see them go around a couple of bends at some stops. It amazes me that they don’t go flying at some of the sharper turns. It’s a very twisty-turny-uppy-downy course and apparently one they enjoy a lot; I can see why.
Now I’m headed back out to finish weeding and maybe pick some cherries so that I can make jam.
GT