Ice cream 
has been scooped and I waddled back into the living and sat down. The glasses 
, forgotten, are still in the bathroom or at least I hope they are. I will have to go there sooner or later tonight. Til then misspellings and typo will abound.
I sorta-kinda need (for an elastic definition of “need”) something small from Walgreens. They are right across the street from a decent small local wings’n’burgers place.
So I’m using this as an excuse to just pick up a damn cheezburger for dinner and be done with it. Save my energy.
Plus, in keeping with the MMP topic, it gets me outta the house! Yeah, yeah. I was out at irk all day. But now I can putter slowly, see if the moon is out, listen to the radio.
Evening all. DId 5 loads of laundry and then decided to wash the 3 dirty blue jeans, despite having 3 more pairs in the closet, just to say it’s all done. So 6 loads in a day–might be a record for me. Then a long hot bath, puzzle solving, nappage, and folding/putting away stuff pretty much took care of the day.
BBBoo, that quote came from one of my favorite web cartoons, “Schlock Mercenary”. Here’s the page it’s on (not quite 3-year old safe). Sgt. Schlock has a slightly different definition of ‘fun’ Schlock Mercenary - Monday 7 Apr 2003
And you and FCM have more patience that I have; 10-12 renditions of The Wheels on the Bus would render me a gibbering idiot (NO COMMENTS, Spidey…)
Flyboy, I’ve looked at bikes and $1,000 is way out of my range. Glad you got it back but sounds like getting a new one might be cheaper than restoring it. But you know best.
FCM, hooray on the recliners.
Wheelie, new set looks nice, but having put a chair or two like that together, I know what you mean…
talky, probably not the best reference, I’ll try and think of some better comparison.
Taters, enjoy the grandkids.
Well, the little screw holding one side of my glasses together just fell out. Right now as long as I don’t move much they’ll stay on my head, but a trip to Wal-Mart optics is on the agenda for tomorrow.
OK, Big Bowl of Sallit has been consumed, so all y’all take care and enjoy the night.
Triple delivery from UPS - my TV and stuff for FCD to build the remote control mower. I won’t set up the TV till tomorrow. At the moment, I’m trapped on my new recliner by a dog between my feet on the footrest and a cat across my lap. There’s a photo of that situation that needs to be uploaded so I can share it tomorrow.
Did the heave ans sort ails again. Picked up a shift tomorrow, gotta have beer money ya know. It was 30 when I got home with windchill. but at least it was dry, so Gordie did his business.
You’re welcome.
Welcome back!
Cheezburger is assimilating. Much TV watching is about to ensue. I oughta feed the rats now - once I sink into this papasan in front of the Idiot Box with my evening smoke, I’m not likely to do much gettin’ back up…
Wait, a single pair of jeans is a complete load for you?
Have I been doing laundry wrong all my life?
Mrs. L.A. and I split a Fajitas del Norte – Steak, prawns, & chicken. And we still had leftovers. I had three hot wings, and Mrs. L.A. had deep-fried ice cream. I had a few spoonfuls of that. We had two teo Cadillac grande margaritas apiece, and I had a shot of an unpronounceable tequila (something to do with horse shoes). Good dinner! This is the first meal out since Mrs. L.A.'s surgery last week.
Strawberries Romanov
Hull and half a shitload of strawberries. Marinate in vodka or Grand Marnier overnight. Drain. Reserve and drink the marinade. Top a bowl of strawberries with whipped cream, into which you have folded powdered sugar and sour cream. Drizzle the marinade on shortcake for a decadent Strawberry Shortcake your grandmother would gasp at.
The rats got brown rice and yellow corn, and I’ve glued on new blue nails. This has been your color report of the night.
Glad you liked it. 
Watching some Trevor Noah stand up, and feeling uncomfortably full for the first time in a long time.
I think the tequila was Herradura. All of those Rrrrrrrs. Personally, I thought it was a bit harsh. I still like Dobel Diamante.
That sounds absolutely yum!
sunny, I learned to cook from my granny, who lived with us. Mom went to the laundromat two evenings a week, which left me as the oldest kid at home at around 10 years. Dad usually had work out in the shop to do and anyway, he didn’t know much about cooking. Granny was blind and infirm, but she would come out to the kitchen and tell me how to do things. There were a few failures, but mostly, everything was edible, if not downright tasty. Your kids will learn a lot.
Yay for GrandMooooooooom getting a shot!
Welcome back herald!
metal mouse, I don’t know about your neck of the woods, but most WallyWorlds around here have a Dollar Tree in the same center. If yours does (or even if it doesn’t and you know where one is 
), you can pick up an eyeglasses repair kit for a buck. It will have several little screwdrivers (tech folk like these little kits for that reason), a microfiber cloth, magnifying glass and a ziplock baggie with nose pads and hinge screws. I have one in my desk drawer at irk, my desk drawer at home, the glove box of my car and my purse.
Irked until a quarter after six, even after coming in a half hour early. It wasn’t a bad month end, but too much got left until the last minute. The weekend guy will be picking up the stragglers. The new reconciler has caught on pretty quickly and picked up way more counts than I expected her to. I hope that we have a keeper in her.
Swung through Fat Mo’s for a burger to go before picking Nelson up from the sitter. As late as it was, I was glad that he’d already tended to his business before I got there. I’s tah-red.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I spent so much time on the phone with Sister#2 and then with my nephew (the one with serious issues) that I didn’t leave for my walk until later than planned, but I got in 4 miles. Lupus remission is da bomb.
Damn, you people make me crave things I don’t have. I want cheeseburgers, chips and salsa, prawns, Mexican food, margaritas (and I haven’t even liked tequila since an Epic Mistake on my 18th Birthday).
Hmm…would listening to 39 versions of “Wheels on the Bus” lead me to suicide or homicide? I know listening to Barney inclined me toward dino-cide. I know I’m not alone. When my students watched a news story about Barney getting mugged at a Texas shopping mall, they stood up and cheered. I also got dark urges after the 20th time of the Teletubbies shouting, “Again! Again!”
FCM, yay on the stuffs arriving!
Quietly, that recipe reminds me of the time I was in college and a prof invited me to his home for, he assured me, strictly academic reasons. He served filet mignon and Strawberries Romanov. The strawberries were delicious, but I was able to withstand his meagre charms. I haven’t had them since. (If he tried it today, he’d be fired.)
I copied the strip and stashed it my photos for the day my psychiatrist son really needs a snort/laugh. His days are sometimes like that and I am no longer close enough to bake brownies and drive them over to him while they are still warm. In my defense, I did frame a copy of the recipe in his grandmother’s handwriting (my precious real mother) and presented it to him when he drove away to medical school.
When the missing eyeglass screw was mentioned my mind immediately flashed to the very same thought. Great minds.
Me too. Especially the cheeseburgers, prawns and strawberries (it’s just fine if the Grand Marnier & whipped cream comes along for the ride)
Haven’t strawberries Romanov since or Professor’s charms since?
Salacious minds want to know. You know us by now.
I prefer Patron.
Tossup whether the callers or the 1.5hr training thingie were more annoying. I’d love to know WHY, in a call center, which is already noisy enough TYVM, we were REQUIRED to have audio on on our computers, which was reading off the EXACT text that was displaying as captioning. With the crappy built-in PC speakers and no two people near each other in the same chunk of the damn thing at the same time, headache city. Took a dose of every relevant drug I had and still headachy.
Thankfully, DH was on board with a treat splurge, so the nice fish&chips people got us, along with quite a few others. Unusually busy over there, but nearly everyone was amicable about waiting.
Tomorrow will involve hauling the car to Pep Boys for an oil change and new windshield wiper blades.
Pretty sure the prof is dead by now. I made him take me back to my dorm shortly thereafter. He got fired a couple years later–don’t know why, but I gather I wasn’t the only woman who got the Romanoff treatment. And I haven’t had Strawberries Romanoff since, though Quietly makes it sound like an excellent idea.
He wasn’t the only prof to put the moves on me, but those are stories for another time, maybe at some Mumpers meet after a few cocktails.
I’ll spring for the first round.
And I’ve got the second.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to sort.
I got third. Like Ruble once said. “Liver is evil and deserves to be punished.”
Can’t just drink, I’ll spring for nachos.
Had snow on Wednesday and then rain on Thursday which meant we had a slush festival. Had to follow a different path, as our normal walking path meant we were getting splashed by the cars driving by. Friday it dried it about and now all the snow’s gone. Supposed to rain again. Typical weather this time of year. Might see the sun tomorrow, but otherwise it’s just rain and clouds.
Ordered new shelves for our IVAR shelf unit. We bought it years ago, but after rearranging some stuff, we decided we wanted more shelves, so we don’t stack stuff on the shelves. It cost 8 CHF for deliver or 8 CHF to pick up. Guess which one we chose?
Still have to get rid of some more stuff, and then we can go ahead and buy a different piece of furniture which means the printer can go somewhere else other than taking up space on hubby’s desk.
Going to try making a recipe for cream cheese brownies, but that might be tomorrow. Don’t want to overdo it.
Guess I should go do something productive, like German homework.
Happy Saturday!