I’d recommend signing up for Informed Delivery so you can at least see if there’s stuff in the pipeline for you. I did that as a result of receiving no mail for a week.
Happy Hump Day!
Got two of the brats off to daycare. We got there 15 minutes before they opened and we got whining in stereo from Echo and Cerby.
Now we’re waiting for the roofer to show up.
I just looked over and my poor son is slumped over in her chair asleep.
He’s not feeling well at all.
The house is a mess and i just don’t care anymore.
I’m sure the roofer has seen worse.
Ripple’s wound smells so bad, I think I need to take him back to the vet sooner than planned.
He acts fine, eating, drinking, more playful than usual.
I’ll call the vet after the roofer leaves.
Maybe some manuka honey or something would be good to put on it.
I have enough stuff around here; something should be good for it.
I have that, but turned it off because I didn’t need to see it every day. I logged in, and I see there’s a lot of missing mail; including what appears to be my bonus check, my jury notice (that I tried to get out of), (probably a paycheck) for Wifey, RN from DSHS, Christmas cards, and other things.
I’ll be waiting outside the Post Office doors when they open.
I would be too. That is alarming! Might also be a good idea to check in with employers to make sure those checks haven’t been cashed.
lager has decided to kinda forgive me for the very long vet visit on monday. i believe he is still a bit upset about the “haircut” they gave him for the ultra sound. he is just a tad conceited.
of course he has no idea that there is a consulting phone call today to figure out what his next vet visit will involve.
That’s so reassuring. 
I bought jelly here at a Christmas market. I think it was made by somebody to help raise funds for people in Africa, I don’t remember what.
I brought it home, and opened a few weeks later, with a satisfying “pop” of the seal.
It was moldy. Really moldy. Since then I only buy products from people at the Christmas markets who are trying to make money for themselves. I expect them to know what they are doing, as they want their customers coming back.
I’m not planning to sell anything I make, and probably won’t even share it with friends. And I have a fairly cast-iron stomach, with shrimp being the main exception.
But my husband does not have a cast-iron stomach and I’d rather he doesn’t get even a little bit sick.
Hope the line’s short - I think you’re not the only one missing mail after last week’s weather mess. My friend in Seattle just got his Amazon package today, which was supposed to be delivered Thursday.
Poor roofer, I had to direct him over from the other side of town where there is another street with the same name. I should have warned him in advance. I thought most of the GPSs and stuff were fixed by now.
I don’t know any of the street names over there, so I go by landmarks.
Like the bright yellow house with the purple shutters. If they ever repaint their house, I’m in trouble.
He says I’ll have an estimate in 3 days. I think he is not going to want to do this job, it’s a long way for him to come and I think the job will be too small.
Yesterday’s day-o’-sloth was awesome, and much needed. 
Today will be be slightly less sloth-y, because I have to do laundry. The cleaning ladies come today; I’ll start it after they’re done. Otherwise, though, my plans aren’t much different from yesterday’s.
Tomorrow will be the Museum of Illusions (with my “nephew” and his gf) followed by the National and Capitol trees (with them and his folks/my BFFs), and Friday afternoon I have my next tattoo removal appointment. Right now I have zero plans for the weekend or Monday, though my BFFs might invite me to New Year’s Day dinner at their place.
Seven years after my mom’s passing, New Year’s Eve is still the hardest time of year for me (oddly, Christmas doesn’t bother me much). It always feels impossible to be starting a new year without her. NYE has definitely gotten easier over the years, but this year I’ll still be happy to spend it at home with my doggy flipping between the networks for the last 10-20 minutes and wishing Dick Clark were still alive. This year I have special PJ bottoms to wear, bought on a whim a couple of months ago: I have both colors – I couldn’t decide, and there was a BOGO sale – and plan to wear the black ones on NYE and the beige ones on New Year’s Day (until I leave the house, if I do).
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I hadn’t heard of it, but that sounds awesome!
Maybe just get a Humvee and be done with it…?
Checks in the mail? It’s the 21st century - Direct Deposit, bay-bee!!!
I just got back from Food Lion. How does one spend over $80 at the grocery store and not come out with at least one steak?? Or any other meat, for that matter? OK $24 for diet cokes… and $6 for eggs… Plus the rye bread FCD likes has gone up over a buck a loaf…
But I’m restocked.
FCD and his mom headed to the hospital as soon as she got dressed. I’ll be heading to the kitchen shortly to start a pot of bean soup. I should throw a load or two in the washer, too. And I’m definitely sleeping with Mel tonight. I feel ever-so-slightly out of kilter and I know it’s fatigue.
Enough whining. It’s a beautiful sun-shiny day, above freezing, and my heating oil tank will be refilled today or tomorrow. So life doesn’t totally suck. For the moment.
OK then - I know there are strong opinions about cornbread in the MMP. At the risk of creating controversy - apart from color, does it matter if you use white or yellow cornmeal? Or a combination? I bought white by accident when I was going to make mush for FCD and he didn’t like it. Before I waste the ingredients, I have to ask if it matters.
Also, have you ever put corn in your cornbread? Personally I like it, but what’s the consensus?
I was a UPS driver in the seventies, long before any electronic map devices. When I took over my rural route it was an area where many roads weren’t officially named. They handed me a bag of hand-drawn maps compiled by previous drivers, with the admonition that I keep them up to date. These drawings had notations regarding house paint, types of dogs, and even the fact that you could identify certain houses on laundry day by the wash hanging in the back. (“To get to the Skillmans’ go past the bridge for 2 miles, then turn at the McNay’s (lots of laundry on the line if it’s Monday). Look for the green house with two German Shepherds – their names are Todd and Gracy and they’re friendly.”) I kept copies of these somewhere, and you’ve inspired me to go look for them.
You’re trying to get me banned from here, aintcha? 
I have direct deposit for my salary, but anything ‘extra’ is on a printed check.
Mail has been retrieved. The Post Office worker didn’t know why mail hadn’t been delivered, but he said I’m not the only one. Given that the roads have been fine since Saturday, there’s no excuse for non-delivery. He said he couldn’t find the package I’m expecting, but it should be delivered today. If it doesn’t come, then I have the postmaster’s card. Also: I’ve been exempted from jury duty. (Took me three times through the pile before I found the postcard.)
I mailed an Amazon package UPS from Oregon to Friday Harbor. Took about 5 days of delivery exceptions and weather delays. Most of my incoming mail since 12/22 has been delayed.
Seriously, Walmart? You’d probably save some money on boxes, packing materials, and shipping costs if you didn’t send stuff in a box 3-4x the size of the contents.
I once got this box:
Holding this:
OK, there were bulbs in the packages, in case anyone was feeling snarky…
I just learned that a former co-worker committed suicide a week ago today. We hadn’t worked together in 15+ years, but it was a small company. We were teammates for five years, and I stayed in touch with him and his wife (who also worked there; it’s how they met) for a few years afterwards. His last name was Bailey, and he used to joke that he was going to get a dog and name it my last name. I’m FB friends with several mutual former colleagues, which is how I learned the news. This isn’t really a personal loss, but it stings a little. Depression is a 
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I know of two places near me that put corn in their cornbread, and I love it. Seems to always be just a thin layer at the bottom, FWIW.
Never! 
From your earlier post, it sounded like the package hadn’t been addressed properly. For that one, you can blame the sender. 
It’s from Amazon. We get a lot of stuff from Amazon.
I like corn in my cornbread. I would just use up the white cornmeal-I don’t think the color matters to the taste but I’m an Iowa girl, whadda we know?
Visually the white color may trick people into thinking it tastes wrong. I might sneak a drop or two of yellow food coloring into the cornbread batter.
Heaved. Sloth Girl got put doing the empty bags at the bottom of the slide. Which piled up. Then my water bottle rolled down the slide. So she hurled up back up hard enough to pop the top off and left. 
Package like there are the ones that get crushed, resulting in Brown forking out the insurance cost, and the consignee having to wait another 5 days to get the replacement package.
A Humvee? Pfffft.
Well, I feel extra stupid…or maybe just old. Got up. Took my damn pill and waited an hour for my coffee. Made the coffee in one of my favorite Bennington Pottery mugs, came back in and sat down to drink. Tasted funny but I thought maybe I hadn’t washed the reusable k cup well enough so I kept drinking, thinking, darn, this is my Scooters Christmas present coffee from my little sister, it should taste better…2/3rds of the way through the cup I realized what was wrong. Last night I started to fix myself a hot rum toddy (I have a few every Christmas season). Put half a nip of rum in my mug, add a teaspoon of raw sugar then have the Keurig heat the water and stir. Except I wandered off and never made the drink last night at bed time. This morning I absent mindedly brewed my coffee into the cup in my Keurig, not remembering that there was rum and sugar in it from last night. Now I have to sober up (not really, it was only half a shot of rum and I only drank half of it, so about a quarter of what people usually drink in a hot rum toddy). But even that isn’t going to help me get moving and get sometime done today. Not giddy, just feel stupid. It’s one thing to drink a rum toddy and then go to bed 3 or 4 times a year. It’s another thing to day drink in the morning because you’re clueless. Disappointed that it took me so long to figure it out. I kept thinking, “damn, this Scooters coffee should taste better”. For 2/3rds of the mug. Duh.
never fear swampy and doggio, I set the remainder aside and will re-make the toddy after sundown, adding more rum and using decaf coffee. Waste no rum ever is my motto-has been since college (and that unfortunate incident with Southern Comfort at a Wash U fraternity party….).