I call 'em that too, but this isn’t really a MHD. It’s more I’m a lazy ass who needs to kick into high gear and get cracking on Thanksgiving and also I am avoiding the crappier aspects of my job type thing.
I hate my Puritan New England roots, I tells ya. Have to decide whether the guilts I will feel are worth the time off.
Promise me that if I whine tomorrow about not doing X, someone will chastise me and remind me that I took time off to get Things Done?
(could this be anymore about me? I’ll shut up now!)
Don’t have a recipe for sheet cake (except for the boxed mixes). How about Baked Alaska? Ooh, that sounds good…
I made tuna steak for dinner using this recipe. It was yummerrific! I’ve got a little left over for lunch tomorrow. I also made a salad, and baked sweet potato strips - my own invention, sorta. I found a recipe for baked sweet potato “fries” but it used taco seasoning, and I don’t like taco seasoning. But I used pumpkin pie seasoning instead - mmmmmmmmm. For future reference, I need to cut the slices thicker and not bake them quite so long. But they were still good, except for the really skinny ones that got burnt.
Now I want chocolate cake. I’ll have to make do with a sugarless fudgecicle.
What the heck - since I started this thread, I think that gives me a certain power and credibility - EVERYBODY be a bum! Kick back! Ignore mundane chores! Give the puppy or kitty (as applicable) extra skritches and have an indulgent snack.
And if anyone gives you any guff, tell 'em I said so!
We’re back from the doctor. I’m breathing a big sigh of relief. Before we went to the doctor I typed up a history of Hubby’s “spells” he took one look and after complimenting my observation skills, said what was happening was while not that common was not unheard of. Hubby has tussive syncope. It is a symptom, not a disease. It just means his blood pressure and heart rate drop very quickly when he coughs hard. He gave him predinsone for a week. If it doesn’t help in 2 days we’ll go back. He checked the head wound, it doesn’t need stitches. He laughed at the black eye. He’s been Hubby’s doctor for 25 years, so he can make fun of him.
I’ll still need to keep an eagle eye on him for the next day or so, but the predinsone should do the trick.
After telling us that he thought it actually wasn’t pertussis, he looked in the computer, and surprise! Hubby’s culture is positive for pertussis.
They blind-sided me. When we arrived for his appointment, they had made an appt for ME too! I have to start antibiotics too.
eleanorigby You’ve been virtually exposed to pertussis! That deserves a day off…
Swampy, are you out of your mind? Well, I’m sure you’ll find your way back soon. Just in case, though, write this down and keep it with you in case you forget again.
“I am a gay man. Even though I like girls, it’s just not in that way.”
Once again, I have to thank all of you for your kind thoughts and concern. I promise to take good care of Hubby and myself.
The only variation this makes from my normal routine is that I spent an extra three minutes petting each cat. Say what you want about the single life (and I say plenty, usually not very nice), at least I get to be a bum most of the time.
picu, that’s a relief. You take tomorrow off, too.
Agreed! We’ve all been on the edges of our seats, waiting to hear how the picus are doing. So he’s just coughing himself into unconsciousness. Wrap him in pillows so he doesn’t get hurt the next time he falls over.
Fainting certainly is a dramatic symptom, but at least it’s temporary.
Yes, yes (don’t forget German, that comes up on my search too…), and I don’t know where the salsa thing came from, but it’s true too.
My cell number, address, and room number are publicly available for anyone who even pretends to go to Henderson, if they go to Facebook, and you may be able to go look at it too. If you’re referring to Shannon Gabbard, no, we’re not related. No, I didn’t ever find that damn episode.
No, I have lived in 4 at the most. It may even be 3, depending on where some of these city lines end.
oh I am soooo glad picu hubby & picu are doing better or at least should be doing better. We worry dontchayaknow!
I am single and really really want to be a bum tonight as I went to the chiropractors today and he did somethign weird to my neck that still feels weird however I have to go to stoopid dinner at this stoopid expensive steak house that serves awful food that at least I am not paying for as someone decided that it would be a good idea for the personnel director of the US for my stoopid company to visit.
I don’t wanna go so I am gonna pout. That and it is going to be 8 of those American degrees here tonight so I want my jammies and sofa and blankie.
She’s a 6 month old French Bulldog. The red eye is permanently blind, the result of an insect sting. It was part of the appeal, because some of the best dogs we’ve ever come across were the ones with permanent injuries or illnesses.
However, she’s way cool, and gives some of the best dog kisses I’ve ever received.
Today wasn’t the worst day I’ve ever had, but it darn sure wasn’t the best. Mr. SCL gets a call from the Volks dealership saying his Scirricco (sp?), which has been in the shop for a month, is ready to come home. I clean the mortar off my hands and (mostly) off my clothes, get in the Wrangler, and drive him across town to get the car. I get back home and have just added water to mortar mix when my cell phone rings. It’s Mr. SCL - the damn car won’t even start; it’s still having problems with the fuel pump. So I tell him I will be back as soon as I use up the mortar I’m mixing. Trying to hurry so as to not leave him stranded any longer than necessary, I mess up a section of wall I’m working on. I will probably have to chip it out in the morning. I decide I’ve done all I’m going to do, and pick up my mortar bucket. The bottom falls out of it.
Go get Mr. SCL, get home, and start getting dressed to check on the cats being cat-sitted. Mr. SCL comes in and asks me to come outside and help. Help with what? Turns out our neighbor has come home from picking up his kids at school and there are two large dogs in his backyard. None of us have ever seen these dogs before. One is a very large Doberman, and the other is a large mutt with some sort of Dobie/Rottie or maybe Shepherd ancestry. I go into the yard, and the Dobie starts retreating and growling. I am not in the mood to get dogbit, so I ask Mr. SCL to call animal control. The dog wasn’t being agressive - she was just scared - but I don’t have insurance and don’t need medical bills right now. I get dressed and go check on cats, then go to the Coach’s Show. When I got home, Mr. SCL said the animal control guy was clueless - they were able to get the smaller of the dogs into his truck, but the Dobie ran them around the yard for an hour and a half. He said he would bring a trap tomorrow. I honestly don’t know if they have a trap big enough for this dog - she’s one of the biggest Dobies I’ve ever seen. I hope they will get the rabies tag info off the collar of the other dog and try to locate the owner before this dog is more traumatized. I don’t really think she was abandoned - wouldn’t someone take the collar off?
There was a little good news today - The Cat Who Hates Me actually got up on the bench beside me tonight and let me brush her! And the red-white-blue jerseys for the Military Appreciation Night jersey auction are awesome! Maybe I can talk a certain Mr. SCL into letting me bid…
Glad to hear the Pics are on the road to recovery. I’ve been thinking about ya’ll.
: I’m not even on zaba. ::cry again::