Up, caffeinated,and off today. 
1st on 5! 
Benadryl <sic?> and make note for the future of the event; in other words tell your doctor. I stepped on a nest of similar little bastards once and got like 40+ stings. I didn’t develop a full-blown allergy but I did get what my PCP calls a “sensitivity” which is about the same damn thing. Good thing to know if I get bitten again and react badly.
If its in the ground (I could read back and remind myself but I’m rushing my Dope today) gasoline. No need to flame it, just pour and soak. If its in hedges or a gate or something, RAID with the 10’ spray option. It’s best to wait until around sundown so most of the little bastards are home and die quick.
a) I know I say it a lot but we’re both a little “off” every day.
b) Missed by this () much.
But that would be cool!
Howdy all. I’m super impatient because I have next week off and I’m out of here in an hour. But I have already done all of the productive work I will do today. Come on, 12 pm!
**kopek **- I didn’t take Benedryl, but I did take an antihistamine. Glad we had some.
The nest is definitely in the ground, and I did read that it’s best to kill it at night. I don’t think I want to dump gasoline in my yard - I’ll get some sort of commercial killer.
Meanwhile, our pellets have been delivered and stacked. Anyone who wonders what 3 tons of pellets looks like can check out my FB. To summarize - it’s 150 forty pound bags. Several split and spilled. I had to sweep after they left.
**FCD **is finishing with his paint. He wants to try to reassemble the bike today and drive it around to the garage. He’ll put the saddlebags on up there - otherwise, he’d have trouble squeezing it out of the basement.
It’s 71° and drizzly - feel more like spring than August!
Benadryl also comes in a handy topical cream which I highly recommend. You can put some on the affected area without the full body downer of an oral antihistamine, also good for scratches & bug bites.
FCM maybe you can get some molten aluminum and make a yellow jacket nest casting.
No. 
You likely got the tour package pub crawl.
Unless you’re ** da Bear **
And ya, the normal thing about me us the one setting on my washer.
Actaully, except for the dinner at The Wild Horse, it was cat herding. But like I told one friend who was complaining about the band butchering *Friends in Low Places *, that’s why there are Thursday bands and not Friday and Saturday bands.
I hate to say this but I knew/met an artist who actually did stuff like this. I think the medium was something light but I can’t recall if it was tin or an alloy or what.
Probably; that’s what they basically had in Pittsburgh. Doggio was lucky though and had a friendly native to guide him to some of the lesser-known local watering holes. Complete with really bad local comics.
(Although that little old lady was pretty funny)
MID DAY BLURF I got most of the bills paid. Had pizza for lunch and now am slacking for a bit. I would like to skedaddle early but I don’t want to leave my girl here alone even though it is kind of slow today. So, stay I shall until 1800.
I have the weekend off with no plans except slothfulness.
That is completely understandable. Anything that jumps on you from trees is evil.
Which reminds me - - back in the mid to late nineties I lived in an apartment with two high school age sons, two cats, and one dog. One day one of the neighbors warned us to be careful when going to the mailboxes. The mailboxes were in a big metal block on the edge of the parking lot. The block was under a couple of trees. It seems that a cat had developed the habit of lurking in the trees and dropping down onto people as they got their mail.
It wasn’t clawing anyone. It landed soft-pawed and scampered away quickly. It just enjoyed startling people. She started describing the cat. It was mine. I could totally see him doing that.
In current news, we got between 2 1/2 and 3 inches of rain last night. There was thunder and lightning and everything. Boy did we need that.
Howdy from da cave! I hereby and forthwith declare it the weekend! YAY! :: Opens Beerverage :: I got back to town right at three and twuck insisted on headin’ to da cave, so here we are! Dindin shall be hotdawgs, slaw, and chips. Simple, easy, and tasty just like how I like my men.
Thunderbolt and lightning! Very, very frightening! I couldn’t resist.
I don’t think I like this new job. I work in a room that is a humunguous safe and there’s no Intarwebs, therefore no SDMB, MMP, or FB during the irk day. The horror!
But will you do the Fandango? 
**BBBobbio **- maybe if you ask nice, you can get your old job back?? 
We’re just back from a late lunch/early supper at DQ. **FCD **is doing a bit more bike assembly, and tomorrow, he’ll be bringing it up to the garage. By the end of the day, he should be on the road. We shall see.
I’ve mostly wasted the day. Maybe tomorrow I can be productive. At the very least, I’ll do some laundry.
I’d rather slide down a 50 foot razorblade into a pool of salt water.
No, but, Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me.
Dindin has been ingested. All is well.
Just ignore your wife for an hour before work and an hour after and catch up on your Dope. That’s what I do. 