Oooh Rue! If you like that flavor you’ll love the Tangerine Cream flavor from Graters. It is the exact flavor of the St Joseph chewable asprin!
Bleh! G
Whoa. I miss one day, and look what happens.
Sunspace and I have met, but thanks for the second introduction. What’s more, I taught him to bellydance! Well, sort of. Using the term ‘bellydance’ quite loosely. Not to say that he didn’t display natural genius and grace. Um.
And no, he’s not one of my seven (seven? I think.) husbands, who are (in order of marriage): Mr. Lissar, Intellectual Husband, Driving Husband, Dishwashing Husband, Lazy Husband, Exgineer (Lazy American Husband), and Attacks Things Randomly Husband. All of them are fully house-trained and helpful, except for the ones who really aren’t.
In spite of this, and in spite of considerable hinting from Quasi-Daughter, I do not have any children yet, and this is all putting me off the notion.
Oh, yeah, interface2x has proposed to me twice because of my music taste. I think I have enough SDMB men. 
Or men in general.
I loved the description of the ferry and stupid condo developments, Sunspace. Spot-on.
Now I should go put my laundry away and think about what to make for dinner, because Driving Husband will be over. Well, that’s what I say I’m going to do. What I’m actually going to do is read the boards, update my blog, and work on my Grand List of Trying To Remember Every Book I’ve Ever Read, which should take tons of time.
Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say. And then sometimes I have a lot to say, but none of it is very interesting to anybody but me.
Today is one of the latter days. I could tell you about running out of saline solutions one contact into my 2-contact morning insertions… but I won’t.
I could talk about having to go to Bi-Mart on Tuesday, which is ‘lucky number day’, and the day Friendsview Manor brings their bus load of Seniors to Bi-Mart…but I won’t.
I could rant about the Mother who wants me to e-mail her a detailed description of the ingredients in my soaps, plus a blow-by-blow account of how they are made, before she allows any of my dubious products to touch her little darlings’ delicate bodies… but I won’t --> *mini rant: “It’s soap ferogssake, lookitup!”
Today is Flag Day BTW. Supposedly our flag was adopted on June 14th, 1777. Before that it was an orphan.
Tonight we’re going out to the new fancy-schmancy restaurant in town. I’ll report back tomorrow.
Psstt! GT, he’s behind the couch.
Okay, I’m going to give in and say it. I love the phrase Attacks Things Randomly Husband. I don’t know what it is - when I see the phrase, my mind just makes a smiley.
Oh, and my parents didn’t try to kill me with fruit-flavored aspirin. No, they had to torment my last days by giving me children’s bayer - those fiends!
Susan
Hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot… and humid too. Our heat index is approaching triple digits. Needless to say, I’m not going to be gardening this afternoon. However, I will wash my van. In fact, as soon as I finish this post, I will change in to shorts and a tank top and head out to the driveway. Lucky for me, the driveway is mostly shaded this time of day, so I won’t burn.
My baby got home to Florida safely, if late. Her plane was delayed over 2 hours because of weather - it couldn’t get out of where it was to get to BWI to take her to Orlando. They finally arrived about 11:30 last night, and she called. I had asked her to call, so I can’t blame her for that, but you know, the phone rings dang loud in the middle of the night!!
And that’s pretty much all I’ve got. So off to find some raggedy shorts and a tank top. And flip-flops. And a rag. And the car wash soap. And the step ladder, since my car is a van. And a radio or sumpin’ to entertain myself.
That’s all.
My weatherbug is currently saying it is one hunnert effen degrees!!! :eek: :eek:
Okay, maybe in July but this is June. JUNE, I tells ya!
Team leader made it to the restaurant and we had us some ribs. I was good and had a baked tater side and a green bean side instead of french fries and baked beans. Goshallgetout, those were some good ribs. 
bumba, what you have to say is allus interesting. See, now I want to know what ya told the snoopy lady.
liss, I don’t think I could make a list of all the books I’ve ever read because I’ve been pretty much reading continuously for fifty years. I don’t think I’d have enough time to put the list together…even if I could remember them all.
Here is a link to where we’re going camping in July. Frankly, I’m looking forward to some sunshine and it damn well better be there when I go. It’s around 62 or 63 degrees here and cloudy…again. Where is SUMMER?
Anyway, here’s the link http://www.sunbanksresort.com/photogallery/index.htm
Bumba, we’re always interested in what you have to say. Tell Snoopy Mom either buy the soap or leave you alone. Yeah, I’m not so good in the customer service dept, am I? That’s me, blunt and to the point.
I’m very glad, susan. He likes his title very much. Actually, I like it, too. It makes me wish that I’d given my other husbands more interesting names.
I’m so tired this week. The hot weather’s been making it impossible to sleep! But at least I don’t have to make dinner. I’ve still got wonderful leftovers from the weekend like stuffed peppers and zucchini, pesto, and Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Boy, it’s great having a boyfriend who cooks.
Hey! I have one of those too! I’ve been working on it for the past year…having fun playing with it and Amazon…and I’m only up to 506 and most of those have been read in the past year!
G It’s nice to find things in common.
A-HA! I got Sunspace when will he be delivered? 
Summer is supposed to officially arrive tomorrow according to our ever so accurate weather type people here in Wyoming. Which means it will snow on Friday I am guessing. It is my weekend off here in a couple days and I have no plans or money with which to execute any plans even if I did have any. So there.
I also have no money to buy books. Or CD’s either as I am incredibly bored with what I have right now.
I do however get to go on vacation in 4 1/2 weeks. I get to go home and see my family & friends for the first time in a year WHOOHOO!! That incidently is the reason I have no money
I just got back from a trip to the regular old quack family doctor. Get this: I’m down 20 pounds since my last trip to see him 6 weeks ago. I know I lost 5 lbs moving, so the upshot is that I’m down 15 since surgery last week.
Swampy, I think I will go Speedo shopping now. 
Mgh mnnph gmmmhhh mmmmmhhh!
(Translation: where am I going and why am I in this box?)
Congrats VunderBob! I’m jealous! I need to lose about that much.
Is it time to go home yet? Sheesh, this day is just dragging ass!
I was hoping that the memories of my dancing had been erased from the minds of everyone present. I myself had forgotten about it. Sadly, this seems not to be the case.
:: blush ::
OH MY GOD this day is sllloooooooowwwwww! I swear they turned the clocks back about 3 hours. Shouldn’t it be way past quitting time?
Oh and Sunspace sorry but you are about to be delivered to Wyoming. Small town Wyoming. It is a loooongs ways in any direction to civilisation so you can’t run away either.
Just so’s you know, I’m a super-good wife. I not only washed my van, but when my sweetie came home, I washed his car, too. And I came in and got dinner to cookin’ - we’re having corned beef and cabbage and carrots and potatoes and onions - yummmmmm. It should be ready in about 30 minutes or so.
So much for cleaning house. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.
Nope. Eonwe took pictures, remember? There’s photo evidence somewhere!
I just did two days’ worth of dishes, and decided that like hell I’m cooking dinner. We’re going to Skylark (Indian buffet, in Little India. Yum) and I’m eating fifty pounds of naan and butter chicken. This is all part of my clever Summer Weight-Loss Plan, which so far isn’t working. The sundaes with whipped cream yesterday may have been a mistake. Oh, well. Indian food is healthy.
No, really! Especially kulfi and naan.
You are a super-good wife, FCM. Have some s’mores ice cream. It’s really good.
Ooh! OOH! Something actually happened today! Well, really it happened yesterday but the part I got is today. Yesterday we had a three hour hostage situation/police stand off thing across town maybe a half mile away (Why yes, this is a small town, also ugly and in the middle of nowhere).
I didn’t even know about it until I caught it on the local news late last night and I try never to watch the local news, because it’s too painful, so it’s amazing I caught this (Is this bad you think? One of my neighbors is a news chicky but I don’t *know her * know her, so it’s not rude to not watch, right? I mean if she were related to me I’d watch, but I don’t think there’s such a thing as voisin oblige). Good thing my ennui lingered and I didn’t run errands because I would have been stuck at the sewing machine repair shop for three hours (see Mom? lazy is a good thing).
Okay, I had a point around here somewhere… Ah! There it is!
So today I’m driving home and who do you think was in the car behind me at the stoplight? Yep, the bad guy from the hostage thing. Only he was in the back seat, not driving. I did my best not to stare, but c’mon, it’s the hostage guy!
He didn’t have a very good attitude from what I could see. He was flopping around in the back seat like a toddler who’s cranky, if the toddler were wearing handcuffs and not in his seat thingy. I think it’s that sort of attitude that got him into trouble in the first place, really. Well, that and a belly full o’Thunderbird, evidently. There was escort vehicles and everything, so it was another fun day in policeman land.
Then a fire engine came by, followed by the paramedics, followed by the news van. How perfect it would have been if a car with a lawyer came last. What? I told you, this is a small town, nothing happens. Fire engines are a big deal. Plus, they’re red and shiny.
Which come to think if it, totally clashes with the fire house since the last paint job. Peach and turquoise? On a fire house? This ain’t Miami (and I don’t think even colorful Miami would have put these two colors together. The same guy picked out the colors for the new part of the hospital-- orange, red, purple, white, and teal. Then some sort of giant triangular muffin pan stuck on the front over the door.). Also, besides clashing with the engine, it looks sorta silly for all the lovely, burly firemen to have a pastel firehouse. I know that’s not the most politically correct thing to think, but c’mon! This is a town where the biggest exhibit at the ‘museum’ is a stuffed cow. We don’t know no politically correct around here missy.
So any way, yeah, biiig stuff happenin’ today.
Yay vunderbob! Or maybe it should be vunderbo, because there’s less of you. Just imagine how good it will feel to be known as just ‘v’.