Good job, Nurse Boo!
Lots of construction activity in this area (he’s an electrician). As long as the paper-pushers don’t let the red tape roadblock actual productivity, he’ll be fine. 
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I keep wondering how Ukrainians can walk considering the big brass balls they all have. I wanna grow up to be that sunflower grandma. She is amazing.
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Check out the kitty in #3 on this list on Bored Panda. One commenter called him/her “the cat version of their president”.
I hope you feel better soon, and it sounds like you have the best little doggo in the whole wide world.
I cried. All of those confused pets and terrified humans huddled up for comfort. This whole thing is so wrong and evil and stupid. I’m worried about a stupid missed stitch and they are worrying about how to feed their pets. OK, enough, I’m sorry.
Neither of those seemed to work out well for Coyote so I’ll stick with water delivery systems for a while longer. I have checked the jungle for anvil pulleys in case the sprinkler thingy doesn’t work.
I put some shelled sunflower seeds in the tray feeder and the wrens threw them on the ground while going after the millet.
I was raised Catholic and remember Mom voluntelling me to help the church ladies drape cloths over the statues on some sort of schedule. I complained a lot because while I was good enough to climb tall ladders with heavy, dusty velvet cloths I wasn’t good enough to be an Alter Boy because I wasn’t a boy. Our church hasn’t reopened yet but when I was last there, one of the Alter Boys was my neighbor’s daughter so I stopped being mad about that. I still wouldn’t want to climb a ladder with a heavy, dusty velvet cloth.
missred, I’ve heard of Tamiflu, is it OTC? I had a flu shot last year, but then, I haven’t had the flu in forever.
Sounds as if you are icky but have decent prospects to get better.But take care and get all the good food and sleep you can.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
I’m stocking up on lead Underoos, just in case.
Glad you got to see the son and grands, Taters.
Alex has one of those, with scratching post. So of course the couch looks like it went through a wood chipper. 
And hope the leg heals, so you can settle in.
Yay! 10,950 for me.
Feel better, red!
[Southern Lady]Bless your heart[/Southern Lady]
The Catholic in me nods in understanding.
And for @baker
The Great Rum Cake Caper Of 2011
So I was at work, and my then roommate was making a rum cake for a friend’s birthday. She left it to cool on the counter, and went out, only to come back to a cake with some rather large bites missing from it.
The suspects:
Teddy, a 180lbs. leonberger/GSD mix
Gordie a 60lbs. JRT mix
Neither of who could jump, and had a combined IQ of a matchstick. And both exercised their 5th Amendment rights(I would have questioned how much roomie had consumed if they hadn’t). I got a text about it, but I had no clue either. So I get home, and Gordie is in his kennel. He perks up, and starts wagging. The he stops. And puts his head down, and his tail between his legs.
so I know who, but till this day I’m not sure how.
Okra is the only vegetable I don’t get on with. Maybe because I’m all heathen?
I need someone to come and make me get on with the World’s Most Boring Essay; it’s not due for ages, but I’m literally spending all day not doing it, when I could just get it done and then have some time off, because that’s actually the only thing currently due, and it’s all nice and springlike out there this week.
The car’s booked in tomorrow, just in time for a fuel shortage- the price has rocketed to new record highs, so people are panic buying again…
I put ketchup on my hot dogs, and hamburgers, and meatloaf, and sometimes scrambled eggs, and hash browns, and fries… Seems to me, people who label others because of their food choices are ninnyhammers! (you’d be surprised how often that word shows up in cheezy historical romance novels…) Anyway, 
The choir leader at our church didn’t like women’s voices, or maybe he just didn’t like women, so the choir was all men and boys. That pissed me off to no end. I never wanted to be an altar boy, tho. Seemed too much like work. 
Ziva does her thing on the back of our couch, but it’s against the wall (it’s a recliner couch, so not flat against the wall.) I can hear her scratching and I yell when I do, but I can’t see what it looks like. Taz prefers to tear up the carpet. One of these days, I’m going to crawl around with little scissors and snip off the threads he’s pulled up. Stoopit cat.
I had okra once. ick. Never wanted to try it again and since Merrylande is a civilized state, I don’t have to worry about it showing up on any civilized menu.
Well, I’ve arranged for my sister to drop us off for our cruise - she lives 12 minutes from the cruise terminal. We’ll leave our car at her house instead of paying $120 to park while we’re gone. I’ll slip her some cash to cover gas and inconvenience. So that’s settled.
Last night, we drove to the marina - FCD got a message that a different slip was available and did we want it. Even tho it’s more expensive than the first one we looked at, it will be easier to get into, it’s in a very sheltered part of the marina, and it has a longer finger pier, so getting on and off should be easier. And it turns out it costs less than the amount he used to figure our monthly boat allowance, so that worked out. I’m relieved - I was really worried about maneuvering into the original slip - it was pretty tight quarters - plus the finger pier might not have reached the boarding opening in the rail. The main disadvantage to the new one, tho, is its distance from the heads (bathrooms) and pool, but even that’s not a huge deal. With luck, we’ll move in by the end of the month.
Meanwhile, I’m waiting to hear that it’s time to come fetch Toby. Hoping for a non-cranky day.
Happy Tuesday!!
I like nice, reliable machines in general. My neighbor had a Harley that I practically had orgasms looking at. The Macbook Pro is like that Harley. But, there’s a downside to everything. I happen to think files are easier to navigate in Explorer than in Finder. When I connect an extra monitor, I have to fiddle with System Preferences to keep the bottom app bar in one place. I was given 6 different UI systems to upgrade to, and I had no idea which one to pick until I asked my teammates. It’s mainly little things I have to get used to doing differently.
They definitely are fun to work with. My previous department was more like a factory, but Design is much less regimented. Our department head is one of the mellowest and most interesting person I’ve ever met, and our online meetings are a hoot.
My line manager is originally from Hong Kong, and is now based in the UK. He occasionally asks us to explain American stuff to him. He recently bought a vintage biker jacket that had “redneck” on it and asked us what it meant. We told him to google Jeff Foxworthy. Interestingly enough, one of our teammates is originally from South Africa. He said that’s what the natives call European tourists, because their skin is usually pale and easily sunburnt.
Good morning everyone.
Well, it was a real gully washer here yesterday. Over two inches of rain in less than 24 hours. It’s caused flooding over roadways, mudslides, and avalanche danger up in the mountains. The two main passes over the mountains were closed yesterday and opened up late in the day. We are due for more rain all this week, but the atmospheric river should let up some.
I got the dumpster scheduled. They’ll drop it on Friday and pick it up Monday. I am practically squeeing with glee at how much crap I can get rid of and looking forward to it. It’s going to be pretty exhausting work loading that thing up, but all the stuff will be GONE. I am so excited! Y’all must think I’m a weirdo.
I have postponed my trip to Wenatchee to next week. I just have too much work to get done otherwise to squeeze that in. I’ll leave around noon or one on Tuesday and return Thursday night.
Time for another cup of coffee and to read up on the news.
I can understand the excitement - I love when we load the truck for a dump run or when I convince FCD to do a closet/dresser purge and haul bags of clothes to the thrift store. Speaking of which, I need to dump his sock drawer and make him remove the threadbare pairs that he doesn’t wear any longer. Then we’ll attack the t-shirt hoarding…
Toby apparently had a bad night and didn’t get fed this morning. He snarfed down 6 oz and now he’s in his swing cooing at Baby Einstein. I went thru his bag and discovered there are no spare clothes for him - which means he’ll probably slobber all over himself today. Kids - sheesh.
FCD was gone when I got back - no idea where he is. When he goes for breakfast, he’s not gone this long, unless McD’s is slower than usual. Too early to fret and worry, tho. *** He just called - he went to Lowe’s, then to the marina to pay for our slip. So now I know.
Back to the babby!
sunny, Nelson is a good little caretaker. 
baker, Tamiflu is prescription, and a pricey one at that: $70 after insurance for a 5 day course. That said, I’m beginning to feel a little better than yesterday. It’s supposed to lessen the symptoms and shorten the duration.
I got a little less-broken sleep last night (thanks good cough syrup) and even managed a couple of hours not sitting up to do so. I may actually finish folding unders today between naps (and yes, there will be naps).
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Not only do I put ketchup on my hot dog, I’m from Chicago. Neener. I’m technically irking from home but I’m making a WalMart run then going to ride Ariel. Neener.
I haven’t had a good hotdog in a long time, but I tend to compromise and put both ketchup and mustard on it (and occasionally pickles and cheese)…
Quiet this morning, the roof next door is apparently done and it’s getting to 65F today and 72F tomorrow according to the weather wizards. Will head off to the gym here shortly to work up an appetite for the early-day meal. Then maybe take some time to fool around with my new phone again–it’s sat neglected for several days now.
Ok, need to be about the day. All y’all have a good one.
Man, did I ever need the extra rest. Felt so much better this morning!
So much better, in fact, that I got a bit of “get shit done” wherewithal, and so far have:
… scooped both litter boxes, taken out a buncha trash, fed Charm and refilled Pretzel’s water bowl, and put out a fresh suet cake for the birdies.
All before 10 a.m.
Go, me!
That’s fantastic! So much job happiness comes not from what you’re doing, but with whom you’re working.
{ whip crack }
I’m excited for you! We can be weirdos together.
Nah. In all seriousness, getting rid of crap/clutter is a wonderful feeling.
I hereby give you permission to not worry about folding underwear. Ever again. Not even when healthy. Just shove those things into a drawer & move on with life!
For shame!! < grasps pearls while gasping> Undergarments must not only be folded, but they must be stacked so that the newly washed will not be worn before the ones still in the drawer. The very idea!!!
Toby has been crashed in his swing, so I’ve been able to do a few chores and read a bit. As much as he drank, he’s probably going to be floating when he awakes. Plus he’ll be hungry again. I swear, the more you feed 'em, the bigger they get, the more they want to eat! Kids!
He’s outgrowing his clothes so fast - I’ll need to make another trek to the thrift store soon. Except his other grandmother is a shopaholic who buys both kids new stuff all the time. So maybe I’ll just save my dollar-per-onesie contributions. 
FCD is in the shop futzing with something. After the kid goes home, I’ll go out and continue with the moving of the shelves. I also found a chicken-mushroom-spinach recipe that doesn’t use cream of mushroom soup and it sounds pretty good, so I think supper has been decided. Just need to pull some chickie tits out of the freezer.
You & I live … very different lives.
I forgot for a sec that you meant babby & thought, “Since when does FCM throw such epic parties?”
(If you ever throw a Mumper party, by the way, I will be sure to use a coaster. I may not fold my undies, but I’m not a completely heathen barbarian.)
The cats got some outdoor time - I have to kick Monkey out of the house or close him in another room to feed or handle Charm as he is just tooooooo interested - so hopefully their cabin fever has abated.
It’s thawing out there (“Ah, yes. The Muddening has begun.”) and I’m debating if they’ve earned themselves some precious gooshy-food from one of the remaining cans. The sight of a completely empty gooshy-food aisle last time I was at the store was a bit disquieting.
Should really get on washing those dirty dishes today, now that maintenance has un-borked my slow-draining sinks.
If he keeps coming back, I’m afraid eventually Gentleman Caller might notice that it’s been the same damn dishes. (Maintenance took their sweet time.)
… or I can thoroughly distract him. Yeah, that’s the plan! 
Way more fun than hand-washing in my tiny sink.
Speaking of, I should probably mssg. him & find out when our next mutually compatible day off might be.
While I was feeding Toby, that idiot Taz walked across my end table and dumped a nearly full glass of lemonade on the floor. Dammit. So FCD got the babby, and three dish towels later, I had to pull out the carpet cleaner before things got gross. Not sure when I can move my recliner and end table back in position - it’s so arid in here, the carpet should dry quickly.
One more hour then I can turn the kid over to his mom. He’s watching Baby Einstein again - I had a diaper to rinse and a carpet cleaner to empty and clean. I’m kinda hoping he’ll fall asleep again. We shall see. Meanwhile, Taz is on The List. 