I thought of him, too, but I thought I’d go for the cheapshot.
Do you make driveway soap? FCM might be interested.
MMMMMMMM… Mike Ditka! The rest of ya… 
Bumba, I just gotta know… Why the heck would you make cherry flavored soap? Better yet, how do you know if it’s cherry flavored enough? Do you have a two year old employed as a taste tester? Soap should not be eaten by anyone past the age of two. It’s the same theory I have about meatballs not being a finger food for anybody over the age of two.
Taters talk of me over dinner makes all kinds of things come up.
Naw. She’d probably try to pay me in chandeliers.
It’s a little echo-ey, but:
**scout, ** go see Grandpa! (This is what you were expecting us to say, right?)
Rue, step away from the monitor, please (can you tell I have a niece and nephew who are being painstakingly taught to ask things politely?). Everyone around me has been sick or has sick kids. I can’t afford to be sick until after Easter, so I’ve become a compulsive handwasher. And I’m sitting two feet away from the monitor, just in case.
Bumba, did you get the multiple pleas for making your wares available on the net? (They were at the very end of last week’s MMP). I don’t think I’d go for cherry flavored, but some of the other ones you listed last week sound very nice.
The weekend was much too short. Made it to the annual Home & Garden show on Saturday. The home part is pretty boring. It doesn’t change much from year to year except for the cooking demos. I, of course, timed it so that I could see some guy from a local radio show blabbing about food and not cooking. The garden part was pretty cool, though. Topiaries and big-time water features are in, by the way. One of the displays was a two-level deal that contained a small waterfall. I overheard the contractor talking prices with an admirer. Let’s just say it would cost more than my house is worth.
I’ve just scarfed some veggie fried rice (it started out to be egg foo yong, but I had leftover rice…) and chocolate with whole hazelnuts. Time to go do laundry and see what else I need to get done tonight…
GT
Okay, so it was cherry scented soap. It was pink, too. No.2Grandson (he’s 18 months) was in the shop the other day and stuck a bar of soap in his mouth. He seemed real puzzeled for a minute there.
So yeah, we have a 1 1/2 yr-old employed as a taste tester. Unfortunately he didn’t say whether we had enough ‘flavor’ in the bar or not.
meatballs are food? I thought they were ammunition.
I got to leave work early today 'cause of the snow. I came home to a late birthday gift from my sister - a chocolate cookbook that I’ve wanted for a while. So that was fun. I also got to make a great new recipe for dinner, and am going to bake muffins later. Yum. Happy day.
Susan
Who wants to make the first joke about a chocolate cookbook?
Now that’s something I’d buy! I love cherry scented stuff. And I can’t afford to pay in chandeliers - the postage would bankrupt me!
Well, I came home to a kitchen the should have been clean so that I could start the fixin’s for din-din tonight. We’re having steak, sweet white corn, and I haven’t thought of the starch product yet. Mebbe rice, mebbe taters, we shall see. At any rate, I cannot abide trying to cook in a kitchen that isn’t clean, so it’ll be a late dinner tonight. The kids can turn a 15-20 minute task into an hour. :rolleyes:
This morning, before I left for work, I told the son, in a MOST STERN manner to get that pig-sty of his room cleaned up. No, I do not go in there everyday, but after seeing it this morning I guess I should. It all came to a head when he couldn’t find some homework that I needed to sign off on. Homework he SWORE was on his dresser. It wasn’t there. But, who could tell WHERE it was. He had school papers strewn ALL OVER THE FLOOR. It must have been a months or more worth. Good Lord. I came home and found that he had “straightened” the room, but it has yet to be vaccuumed, and he has moved the papers into stacks. :rolleyes: :dubious: I’m waiting until after dinner to tell him he’s going to vaccuum and dust his room. Why after dinner? Because he thinks he’ll be sitting down to play computer games. Sometimes I’m just an evil, mean mommy.
I did my taxes yesterday. Blech! I don’t have to pay, but sheesh, I never seem to get a huge return. Everybody I know gets thousands back; I’m LUCKY to get a grand. Last year was the biggest return we ever had, because we had sold and bought a house; but even that was nothing compared to our friends. I just don’t get it. Oh well, at least I’m not PAYING. I’ve had to do that a few times and it SUCKS!
Well, the hubby just got done paying bills (blech) and I’m gonna go have a cig. Yes, yes, I know it’s bad for me…
The boyfriend was coughing when I saw him last Thursday. He probably caught whatever it was from me but now he’s probably given it back. But I guess I should be tolerant since he puts up with me when I’m sick and I’m sick a lot. Germs like me.
I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Not looking forward to it but then again does anyone ever look forward to doctor visit?
Chicken and Stars are the ultimate sick kid food.
Bumba darling dearie sweetie pie schnooky wookums, you’re going to make cucumber soap just for me, right? And you won’t put in any of that nasty, festering, pustule scented melon, right? I always knew there was a reason I liked you best of all the Bumba’s I know.
I got a refund last year, for the very first time, Taters. It was almost exactly the amount I needed to pay the feds what I owed. But I show them. I wait until the very last minute of the very last day. Ha! Both state and federal tremble before my mighty procrastination!
Susan, one does not joke about chocolate. That’ll be ten Hershey’s Kisses penance for blasphemy, young lady (and not the half-decent dark ones, oh no, it’s milk chocolate for you missy). Any more such talk and you’ll never see 70% cocoa again.
I tried to put The Kid up on half dot com. They said they needed the IBC number thingie, but the three sixes didn’t match up to anything they had on record and I can’t find any other numbers on her.
We’re butt-deep in house projects, so no one here is allowed to get sick until mid-April. We got refinanced, and I have my 10K to play with… but the flooring is gonna cost $7200. :eek:
In the good news department, I went to the thrift store today and scored a jen-you-wine Kate Spade handbag for $6. So I can still afford a coupla cans of Chicken & Stars.
Well, this may have made up my mind for me. We’re on 2 hour delay with liberal leave in effect, thanks to last night’s sleet. I haven’t done my taxes yet. Nor have I vacuumed or dusted lately. And the kitchen floor is disgusting, between the crumbs and the dog hair…
Looks like I’m going to take advantage of liberal leave and get Uncle all paid. I honestly have no idea if we’ll get anything back. We did have the house sale/purchase, but I found out when my moving expenses were paid, the amounts they paid me were counted as income. They supposedly included the taxes in the total paid, but knowing my luck, it’ll push me over a bracket…
Stupid taxes.
I love you too, Lissla.
I originally read that as ‘children and stars are the ultimate Sick Kid food’.
Stayed up late finishing book. Fire And Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones. Very good. Tired. Typing skills have been affected. Have to erase and correct almost all words.
At least six inches of unshoveled snow outside. Going to work to shovel.
We never got any of the snow. It keeps sliding past us to the west and north. Guess we’re just lucky that way.
Is it too early in the week for a joke? If it is, come back to read this post Thursday or so.
A little boy comes down to breakfast. Since they live on a farm, his mother asks if he had done his chores.
“Not yet,” said the little boy.
His mother tells him no breakfast until he does his chores. Well, he’s a little irritated, so he goes to feed the chickens, and he kicks a chicken. He goes to feed the cows, and he kicks a cow. Hegoes to feed the pigs, and he kicks a pig.
He goes back in for breakfast and his mother gives him a bowl of dry cereal. “How come I don’t get any eggs and bacon? Why don’t I have any milk in my cereal?” he asks.
“Well,” his mother says, “I saw you kick a chicken, so you don’t get any eggs for a week. I saw you kick the pig, so you don’t get any bacon for a week either. I also saw you kick the cow, so for a week you aren’t getting any milk.”
Just then, his father comes down for breakfast and kicks the cat halfway across the kitchen.
The little boy looks up at his mother with a smile, and says, “Are you going to tell him, or should I?”
I should point out that I in no way condone the kicking of cats or livestock outside of jokes. Just wanted to make that clear. (I got no problem with eating them, though.)
:eek: Please tell me you DO have a problem with eating cat.
Tupug (Now collecting thoughts but they’re fast little buggers)
Must. Resist. Comment. About. Pussy. :eek: :eek:
Thanks, Bob. It would have been unseemly for me to say anything like that. Accurate, but unseemly.
bob! Sean! :dubious: :rolleyes:
Just FYI, the “no snow” signs are still working faaaabulously. Must write an endorsement letter to the H-Depot. It’s a tad chilly though. Begone cold weather! Bring on the high eighties! I want spring, too. I wanna go to the beach! I haven’t been since pre-hurricane times. So there!
Technically, spring begins in about 3 weeks, at least on the top half of the globe. To my mind, that means flowers will start blooming and trees will start budding and birdies will sing and this evil, slushy white stuff will be GONE!!!
Three more weeks…