Also, McUne, I can’t find that thread about a Twin Cities Dopefest. There really was one, right? I didn’t dream it up, did I?? Anyway, assuming it was real, we decided on 10/20, right?
Sorry about the lost debit card, LiLi. What a pita.
You’re right, **palebunny **that snow clouds do settle in nicely and make everything seem cozy and safe and nice. I love to go out walking when it’s snowing because with the snow on the ground and in the air, and the clouds hanging low, everything’s all white and it just feels so peaceful and quiet.
And in the chronicles of What We Ate at Taxi’s, we had pumpkin-sausage pasta for dinner last night. It’s really really really good. And we had broccolini with it because that’s really good too.
More than that - me, MamaTigs, tarra, BibKitty… and **welby ** is in NoVa, which is sorta close.
Looks like tomorrow is my Friday. I’ve got a dental appt on Thurs morning, and I need to take **FCD ** to Baltimore tomorrow to have his staples removed. No one down here wants to do it. :rolleyes: So we’ll go to the doc, then go to my mom’s for the night. If he feels up to it on Friday, we’ll go to the boat show in Annapolis for a few hours, then back to Mom’s, and home on Saturday morning.
welby, if you happen to be at the show on Friday, maybe we’ll run into you, but I don’t expect we’ll be there very long. **FCD ** tires pretty quickly. Still, he refuses to miss the show.
Today was like early Christmas. All the freebies I ordered from our VISA rewards points came - my carpet shampooer, FCD’s angle grinder, and the pizza stone. I’ve got a pile of cardboard boxes to break down for recycling - maybe tomorrow…
You haven’t met my critters, have you?? Hunt indeed… :rolleyes: In any event, we likely won’t be making such a trip for some time - like after the kids move in, so we’ll have live-in critter-sitters.
Sketties for supper. Ice cream later. Does it get any better? I don’t think so.
Tarragon, Jahdra, **DogButler **-- {{{}}} for all of you.
**Rosie **-- hope you’re feeling better.
**Ems **-- great news on your father! He’ll be racing the nurses in no time
Me, I’m tired of people.
You know what a Jewish Shiva looks like? It’s sort of like a week-long wake. (minus the drinking, I guess) – 2.73 Bazillion friends and relatives, 3/4 of whom I’ve not met either ever or since I was a kid, all intent on feigning interest in cheering up poor (semi-autistic) Yours Truly. At this point I’m more traumatized by the mourning customs than by the mourning itself. Just give me some quite time, alone, dammit! :rolleyes:
Oh well, at least on Sunday it’s back to normal – which is what I personally need right now.
Booze. You know why. And I can get that at Trader Joe’s! g
I can’t do drunk posts. The few times I’ve been drunk enough it messed with my typing, I got mad because it messed up my typing and gave up after trying to fix all the typos. Perhaps I need to be drunker, but I don’t think that’d really be a very good idea.
Another busy day. I had to try and field some tech calls that I am truly not qualified to do, though the ones I did try and answer were pretty simple anyway given what I do know. Just the same – not something I want to do just now. But at least I’m home. I do have to go out for some shopping though. Bleh.
Rigs - Yep. That’s about what I figured; half an inch too long. Attempting to spike it just looks ridiculous. And anyway, it’s long enough that it’s capable of making its own decisions as to how to arrange itself if I try. I think I’m through with trying new barbers and I’m going to stick with the one I know at least followed orders without question. Otherwise, the next time one tries to make some kind of “helpful” suggestion, I’m going to go all barber ninja and force feed them the barbasol.
I can get me a haircut at Mom’s. She does an OK job, and she’s beyond cheap - she’s free! Sometimes she doesn’t even make me sweep up the hair leavin’s!
I just saw that on the news - I’m here waiting for the Wife to get home, I heard “Metra derailment” and jumped a bit. But not her line, so she’ll be home and safe.
Any minute now…
SCL I can squirt beer out my nose, does that count?
It’s good to be home. No work tomorrow, either! It makes me happy. whiterabbit, I get that, too. I can’t type drunk, and that makes me frustrated, so I try to fix everything… it doesn’t work.
Yawn. Off to bed in a few minutes. It’s warmish and sticky here. Autumn, dammit! Autumn!
Hang in there, Special One; Shiva will be over soon. Not soon enough, I realize, but at least everyone means well. Can you hide the booze in another room and go in and sneak a bit now and then? Sounds like it would help.
That’s just the mental picture I need, snowbunny, you getting sozzled at Grandma’s. If you do, make sure you have your camera handy – I want to see a photo of her face. <snerk>
I got photos from one of my Oregon buddies this evening, and so just for you, Taters, here’s proof I ate marionberry pie ice cream! Looking at that photo makes me want more. Damn, that was good ice cream. drool…
Instead of working this evening, we all went to the outlet mall across the Bay. (Well, all but the cat, she wouldn’t have enjoyed the ride.) I found a great skirt for the bar mitzvah in Miami later this month, but I need a top to go with it, and since everything around here right now is thick winter stuff, I got frustrated quickly. All I need is a lightweight sky blue top that looks dressy and fits nicely! I’ll probably end up shopping online somewhere like Lands End where I can send it back if it doesn’t fit. At least I’ve got time for the search.
But I also found some new dressy shoes, and they don’t even pinch my toes! Not even on my bad foot! So I’m very pleased. I just need to wear them enough to break them in before I go; the last thing I want is to spend most of a day in shoes that hurt. I did that at her older son’s bar mitzvah; I didn’t find my shoes till a couple days before I left, and had no time to break them in. Bad idea.
I guess I should try to get a little work done now. Since I’m about two days behind on this job. It’s really depressing, which doesn’t help – a guy spends 20 years building a business that he is incredibly passionate about, and just when it finally gets to the point where it’s going to take off, the company gets basically stolen right out from under him. Too much raw emotion; I prefer a nice, boring accountant at times like this. Wish me luck!
Hubby’s cousin is getting married and that requires our attendance.
