I went to the supermarket last week to get the wife some Krusteaz pancake mix. (I cook, she eats.) It was $4.99. It used to be two for $5.
The bread I used to get at Food Lion was $1.99. Now it’s $2.49. I can get Aldi’s version for $1.99, and I do.
And butter at $3.50/lb??? sheesh.
Tobester had a good nap and a good lunch. We’ll leave in about half an hour to fetch his sister.
Sure wish I’d known that they test the tornado sirens here on the first Wednesday of each month. Is there an emoji for shitting one’s pants?
I walked! The kids walked with me. 
I put sunscreen on Akiko’s nose because the sun can cause lupus flares. She was unamused, but the walk distracted her nicely.
Now I need to decide what I’m making for dinner and complete my grocery order.
Did y’all hear that the latest COVID variant has meningitis-like characteristics? I really don’t want it. I’m staying away from grocery stores for the foreseeable future.
We have tsunami warnings and sirens that are tested the first Monday of the month.
BP Cherry Point has ‘Westminster chimes’ at noon every weekday.
I think I’ll go for a walk at 11:30. That’s only 10 minutes away, but I may as well get it over with. Two and a half mile round-trip down the beach to the blue building on the shore that’s in the first video in this post.
Discovered yet another benefit to my Amazon Prime membership: Amazon Fresh. Grocery delivery that does not involve Whole Paycheck, and DOES have items I cannot lay hands on via Walmart or Instacart.
Specifically, Pagoda Pork Potstickers. DH and I greatly enjoy those, but I haven’t been able to get them via my normal sources for a month or more. Heard something recently about getting even frozen food via the Jungle, typed in the product name in the search box (I always have a tab with that site open), and hello, there they were, at a price that was ballpark from what I remembered from when I could get those locally. Half a dozen boxes are now tucked in my freezer, with another item to get me to delivery minimum.
Walmart, OTOH, mystifies me. It’s not at all unusual for me to order something (today, it’s cat food, both canned and dry), say “OK, ship this to me”, and I get it delivered same-day, where their website would not have let me select delivery to begin with. Hey, as long as stuff reaches me, I guess the method isn’t a big deal.
Ye gods, what a long afternoon. At one point I gave up and vaped in front of them - you’d think I was murdering puppies.
And someone ratted me out { glances around suspiciously } because despite the t-shirt, she already knew about the fresh ink.
Granted, I’d bragged all over Facebook, but she’s blocked. Someone mutual let the cat out of the bag.
Her: “I appreciate that you’re wearing sleeves to cover up what you DID to yourself!”
Me: “Aw, 
.”
They spent much time berating me for being a tattood unemployed pothead loser. They also filled my gas tank, and my mom washed all my dishes, and folded a couple month’s worth of laundry for me.
She’s got tons of nervous energy, while I am, let’s face it, lazy. She even made a comment about me being switched at birth, to which I had … no rebuttal.
Hope the infusions are successful nellie.
Feel better soonest BooFae! (and gentle skritches to Ophelia).
metal mouse, I’m thinking sinkhole, like sunny. You’re in an area built on a lot of limestone and sinkholes are pretty common. Whatever the cause, I hope that it gets straightened out pronto.
Irked on the island today and will again tomorrow. Miss Siso, an older lady who works there all of the time had a bad cough all day from allergies. You could see her eyes watering and she used about a half a box of tissues. My allergies suck, but they’re not that bad right now. She’s taking the day off tomorrow and hunkering down with some benedryl.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
So I’m just over a mile into my walk when my phone rang. I don’t know anyone in Bend, OR so I was going to ignore it. Then I thought it might be my uncle. He lives in Oregon, but not Bend. I answered. It was the chimney sweep. ‘We’re here! Sorry we didn’t call first.’ I told him the front door was open, and that I’d be back in about a half-hour. I continued to the end of the pavement after the restaurant since I was so close, then headed home. Total trip: 2.54 miles. By the time I got home, they’d finished cleaning the chimney. They just had to cut and install a metal cap. Wifey, RN came home from seeing a patient and gave them her email address so she can receive the invoice. She should be about done with her other patient, so she should be home within half an hour. I think I’ll boil a couple of small artichokes when I’m done irking.
Well… bless her heart. 
@JaneDoe42 Where are you? Is it convention time and I missed it?
When you expect to see results from the infusions nellie?
I was just placing my grocery order and they wanted $5 for a can of spam. I like spam, but that seems wrong on many levels. I did not buy the spam. I did buy my beer. Priorities!
Howdy Y’all! We procured provisions and then commenced a day of total sloth as is our wont. Quality cee-mint pond time, day drinkin’, nappage and the eatin’ up of the rest of the leftovers were all accomplished. All this retired livin’ wears us out sometimes!
shoe ummm… congrats on survivin’ the 'rents? Not real sure what to say here.
shades Waiting For God is a hoot. I thoroughly enjoyed that show.
sunny well, duh, of course you bought beer. It’s a staple after all!
MetalMouse I think you may have a wonky water meter.
Yeah, pretty much yup. I went and got a tiny amount of groceries (including eggs, thanks to my ramen thread) and am currently ingesting yogurt in an effort to fulfill my “eat solid food every day” thing.
shoe, I’ve dropped an egg into a bowl of ramen, but after it had been beaten and it was poured in while stirring to make threads. I’ve also dropped a whole egg into ramen, but it was simmering on the stove. Glad you survived the 'rents.
I’m afraid to say anything about the injections lest I jinx it, which I guess tells you how it’s going so far.
I’ve spent the day so far getting frustrated about family history stuff. Some stuff doesn’t add up. I wish Dad were still alive so I could ask him. Actually, I wish Dad were still alive because I miss him, but then he’d be 111 and probably not feeling too great.
shoe, you need some snarky comebacks:
Her: I appreciate that you’re wearing sleeves to cover up what you DID to yourself!
You: Well, I didn’t want you to get jealous. I mean, older skin is harder to tattoo. Flowers look withered, know what I mean?
Her: I never dreamed my daughter would turn out to be an unemployed pothead.
You: Well, there you go. You needed to dream bigger.
Her: I swear, you must have been switched at birth.
You: I keep hoping.
I keep popping on here to see if MetalMouse has gotten answers yet. Hopefully he’s not clawing his way out of a sinkhole.
You are so sweet to notice, my new store bought computer is finally here so i can post again!
My poor old computer had been struggling ever since hubs “modified” it so he could play his games while waiting for his custom computer to be built. Shortly after my last post here, the poor thing just up and died. Hubs spent most of the day trying to resuscitate it while I did other things.
After many frustrating hours, we went to bed way late to find out that one of the bladders on our bed was leaking. This is really unacceptable, we bought that bed 03/2021. We’ve had waterbeds forever and never had one fail like this before. We were up until way too late draining water (hubs’ pump worked very well, btw, so I feel slightly bad about making fun of him earlier.) and then making up beds which meant changing all of that bedding because of the cat fur, so I went to sleep with piles of laundry all over.
Of course both of those things happened over a long weekend so we knew nothing would be done until Tuesday and I spent most of Sunday washing bedding.
We were both pretty sure we knew which bladder had been leaking, but we blew them both up with the shop vac just to be sure. When we blew up the suspected one, we both could hear the leak for about 10 seconds, then the sound stopped and we couldn’t find a leak by wiping the bladder with a wet washcloth.
Hubs and I had words about the comp because I didn’t want to waste the money to get an expensive custom gaming machine so I could check my email. He actually started designing the comp he said I needed but I accused him of wanting me to have so he could have a back up for when his went down next.
As you can tell, I won on the comp front (mostly because he realized how long I would be without comp if we did it his way…the chip shortage is real…and he didn’t want me to be without a comp for that long. He doesn’t say he loves me, he shows it.
We went to best buy and I got a comp that will allow me to do what I want, which is check email, post on a couple of boards, use Word and play arcade games. I can also watch movies if I’m in the mood, but I was told over and over that the video wasn’t going to be very good.
We learned today that because we can’t take a picture of a pinhole leak, the bed isn’t under warranty so we are out 200 bucks for a new one which won’t be here until next week. Not happy, but whatcha gonna do?
Next time I’m in Texas, Imma gonna let the air out of all of their tires. And if I can find an open car door, I’ll pop open a nice stinky can of cheap catfud and put that way back under the back seat.
I wear surgical masks in my back yard. This is pollen time and they really do help a bunch. (I also wear them in public, but it took the pandemic to teach me to use them to protect me from pollen.)
Today was produce day and they have started making up two family boxes because it’s easier for them to make us separate the food. I was mildly annoyed for a few seconds because I’m used to knowing what food is mine and what is BFF’s, but I got over it really fast.
Woman, have I ever told you how much I like your style?
I’d be tempted to, er, “find” a hole that you could photograph. The damn thing is actually leaking after all.
I’m pretty darn sure of it. Municipal water suppliers seem to always insist it couldn’t possibly be their precious perfect water meters. They should have to refund you the extra charges for all those thousands of gallons of water when it turns out to be their wonky meter.
I heartily endorse this notion. Pour a quart of milk into the carpet and let it soak in real well while you’re at it. I’ll gladly reimburse for both.
Geographically I think I’m the nearest Mumper to shoe. If the parental units are still there mayhaps I should scoot over there and accomplish the revenge tasks when they least expect it. …
nobody expects the Nebraska inquisition:notes:…
Yet another idea I heartily endorse.
I’m turning into quite the malcontent. Well, every group has to have one and I do have decades of experience.
That was considered. However, a hole in a waterbed could be blamed on misuse, we would need to be able to show a seam leak to prove that it was the bed, not carelessness on our part. The only reason we are buying a new bladder from them is that it is cheaper to replace one part than to replace the entire bed. But yeah, we are not very happy about this.
Regular mattresses make my hip hurt. I’ll go to bed feeling pretty good and wake up in pain. I was already hurting when I went to produce, but the truck was late and I ended up waiting for over an hour (I go early because I have a certain part of the street I want to wait in…trees, shade, birds, butterflies. If I get there too early I have to sit with sun in my face and if I get there too late, the volunteers can see the end of the line and then go all HOLY COW, WE NEED TO GET RID OF ALL OF THIS!!!. )
Usually I like to deliver the food to my ex-office and give my car some exercise (gas is down another 10 cents/gallon) but my hip hurt so much that I texted my BFF that I couldn’t have lunch and for her to have her husband pick up the food. Hubs has been playing around with beer recipes and came up with a recipe for Herk, so even knowing that Herk’s beer is still pretty raw, I put a bottle in the fridge.
Herk LOVES his beer. Hubs got it so right. Every time Herk took a drink he said something about how good it was. When he finished he asked if there might be another one cold and was disappointed when all there was left was the warm 12 pack sitting on the table.
(Hubs paid attention to the beer Herk likes to drink when we were together and built the recipe around that. He used honey at the end instead of can sugar for the taste.)
Ohhhh, I like the way you think!
The grands got their first Pfizer shots. Roxy wasn’t happy till she got a fancy bandaid and a sticker and a sucker. Tobias didn’t seem to care at all. The worst part was waiting there for half an hour - it definitely took two of us to wrangle them.
Supper was good - we had the leftover veggies from the pot roast, plus cheeseburgers. Roxy got the leftover ear of corn, and she pretty much demolished it! FCD rinsed and stacked the dishes while I was gone, so when I got home, I loaded the dishwasher, and everything is clean now! Chillage is ongoing. I’m beat.