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Try as I might, I cannot read this thread title as anything other than Gluten Morgen. What’s that all about?
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A bad way for celiac folks to wake up, I suppose.
Your hovercraft is full of ale?
Dogcatcher’s truck: “Growlin-scratchin-patntn-sniffer-snatcher wagen”
His mechanic: “Growlin-scratchin-patntn-sniffer-snatcher wagen mechaniker werker.”
The mechanic’s union: “Growlin-scratchin-patntn-sniffer-snatcher wagen mechaniker werker feather beddin gruupe.”
Fingers, toes, and eyes are crossed.
I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched.
Morning!
Slightly tedious day- I had to phone my car insurance people to say my card number’s changed, and I’m no longer in the job they have on record before it gets renewed in a few days; picked up the phone to find it didn’t work.
Had to contact my phone company, via the most annoying website known to man, and call out a repair person- it literally took longer to get the call out booked on the website than it did for the guy to show up at the house afterwards. It turned out several different cables needed replacing all the way round the block, and some of the replacement ones were faulty too, so I’ve just had to sit there all day. Finally got it sorted, and discovered the insurance people want to charge an extra £20 because I’m not working any more. Very annoying. I’m using the car less since I lost my job, 'cos I can’t afford the petrol, but I have to pay more!
My housemate’s gone away for the week, and cheerfully told me to help myself to whatever she’s left in the fridge- I just had a look, and she’s just left a whole load of mouldy vegetables in there, and half a bowl of some nasty looking rice stuff. Bah. At least I get to walk around in my pants for a few days.
Guten tag, alles!
I was working at a junior college that had 4 campuses, and at the beginning of the semester, I was required to visit all 4. Naturally, I was hugely pregnant at the time, in fact, past my due date. All my coworkers at the different locations were terrified that I’d go into labor at work, and the all demanded my husband’s work number, the doctor’s number, and which hospital I was going to use. They were all quite relieved that I went into labor at 2AM so they didn’t have to deal with it. So keep a happy thought!! 
Back from a few errands. I got some milk, picked up** FCD**'s case of wine, ran by the credit union to deposit a check, then stopped at my strawberry lady’s stand for the first 2 quarts of the season. So at least I did something productive today.
Now, what to plan for supper??
I do make them help put laundry away, and TomKitten just helped clean the fridge. He will never ever drink Tabasco ever again. 
(kidding, although he did take the cap off). For the girls, I think I should wait to make them do chores. Until they can sit up on their own, at least. Another three months.
So. If you called a doctor’s office and left a message in order to make an appointment at 9 a.m. on Friday and their machine said that they would return all calls within 24 hours at what point would you attempt to call them again?
No, I didn’t expect them to call me over the weekend but do you think they should have called me by now? (3 p.m. my time)
Garfield was after my time. I was more Krazy Kat. What can I say? Officer Pup made me laugh.
Say no more - Purley, say no more. Purley, eh? Know what I mean, know what I mean. Say no more.
Guten tag, alles! Meine Hundin (kleine UND hubschen) is sehr muede und sie moechtet vielen Liebe. Mein arbeit macht es nicht frei. Mein Vater hat aus dem tochter gehen, und ich finde ein sehr wichtiges Papier von mein Vater’s tagen in der Marine.
And I really need to learn how to do an umlaut on an English keyboard.
The good news is that I found my dad’s last DD-214 - his official discharge/retirement paper. This means Mom can now get the appointment at VA, I can finish the online application for his benefits, and things can move forward once more. Considering Mom broke down and cried yesterday day because she’s so sick of Dad accusing her of stealing his freedom and threatening divorce, this is a good thing.
Phoukabro Major has his new law office website up and running, though I have permission to go in and tweak things to make it look better. I will also be finding out how Google Ads work so he can get his name out there.
I got the puppy a new piece of antler. She’d gnawed the last one down until it started splintering into very sharp bits. This new one is from the base of the antler, and I didn’t notice until I got it home and gave it to the puppy, but . . . it looks extremely phallic. Like circumcised glans phallic. My mom thinks I did it on purpose, but it made her laugh, so that’s okay.
And I wrote more last night. Yay!
I got a buncha yahd irk done. What doesn’t ache now will ache later I’m sure. 
Ibuprofen is my friend right now.
Spaz can’t wait to check out AgonyAuntRyl! Guestzilla sounds like fun.
gotti no fancy French named slow cooker here. Mine’s a Rival. Rival of what I don’t know though. Also, I did not use Vidalia onions. I do have baby carrots, N.O.T. and non-Vidalia onions in there. Also it’s made a nice gravy. Gonna be good eats! Viadalia onions are grown about thirty-five miles from here which is nowhere near Vidalia, Jawja but it’s sump’n to do with the type of soil that makes an onion a Vidalia onion. I like to bake 'em and grill 'em.
kanga yay on findin’ your dad’s DD-214.
Soapy appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed.
StickyBuns I am also a Summer baby. The idea of havin’ to irk on my birthday is still appallin’.
I should go move around a bit to work out some kinks. Methinks a good soak in the whirlpool tub will be on the agenda tonight.
Laterz!
You know, this thread got me thinking – what if the Allies had carved up Vienna like they carved up Berlin?
I can just see Ole Jacko standing there and proclaiming at the top of his voice “Ich ein Wiener!”
The answer to my question is they close at 4 and it’s 3:55 and NO ONE EVER FUCKING CALLED ME. I called and left a message again, but dammit, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything. It’s not like every other damn thing in my life this summer is going to revolve around whether or not I have the fucking ability to drive since I have no one else to chauffeur me around.
FUCK.
Tomorrow I’m going to show up at their place of business.
**Sticky **- I know historically, my Dr’s offices are insanely busy on Mondays, so if I was in your position, I’d wait till tomorrow morning to call back. But that’s because I’m nice, dammit! 
New relay is installed and water is pumping. Unfortunately, **FCD **picked up a lower pressure switch, so if this solves the problem, he’ll go back and get the higher pressure one. It was only $13, so we can handle that.
Still cold and windy out. I’m hoping I can make it till about 9 or so before I crash and burn.
I read DD-214 and I think destroyer, not paperwork.
A few minutes later and I’m reading about the history of the USS Tracy, DD-214. Fascinating read.
**tugig **- we’ll be in your neighborhood, sorta, on Friday. There’s a sailboat show at the Annapolis City Dock on Fri, Sat, and Sun. It’s not as big as the crazy one on Columbus weekend, but it still looks to be a good size. Any excuse to go to Annapolis for us!
Wow, second page on Monday. Ain’t we the chatty bunch?
Stoopit insurance people. We’ve been waiting for a refund of overpaid doctor office charges. I call them today to see where the bucks are, and they sent nearly $400 to the wrong address.
Now, we have to wait for their stop payment process to burble through, then they can re-issue the check. Remind me to check again in August…
And now to try and get rid of the kind of headache that only comes from talking to insurance people.
Looks like it’s not the relay. This one is set to cut off when the tank reaches 40psi. It’s been at 40psi and it’s still pumping. So I’ll be calling the well people tomorrow. bah.