Howdy from da cave! Moanday is over and I don’t have to irk tomorrow. So yay!
Spidey are you r–u-n-n-d-e-d off with Mis Nigeria yet?
guano I have no idea who Michael Sheen is but yay for the retweet!
Emtar apparently you watched a realtor who made no plans. Poor her.
I’m bein’ treated to Mexican commestibles tonight because OYKW has a gnawin’ and a cravin’. He will call when he’s leavin’ his orifice so’s I can meet him there. Then he has to go back to irk for a while. He’s gettin’ ready for an audit next Moanday and Tuesday poor thing.
Tomorrow I shall make dindin since I’m off and to not do so would be slack. I got me a hankerin’ for death chikin so I shall take myself over to the sto’ whilst out to buy some chikin thighs cause we likes them the best for death chikin. Plus the sto’ is conveniently located right next to the Mexican commestible place.
Happy Moanday all! I’m working from home, but not for the holiday. Just for kiddo with virus. “yay” kiddo. Kiddo’s should come with warnings. Oh well, for a sick’un, she is having fun today. Playing “Spore” on the computer box.
After sttaggering around with the metaphorical weight of the world on my shoulders (no idea on the axe handles involved) for the last few weeks, today I am feeling ok. No real change in the load, just adjusting to the pressure I guess. So, yay me.
Here in the South Bay Area we are looking at a high of 75 Amurkin. Rain Chances this week. Likely rain next week. It appears this drought may actually end. Another Yay! and no polar vortex for us, so we’ll take that too.
**swampy **- thanks! I’ll build my sweet N.O.T. casserole, minus the pecan topping, on Weds and keep it on ice till Sat, when I’ll add the topping and shove it in the oven. For the fart blossoms, I can put all the spices into a bag. Then I’ll add the olive oil and the blossoms, coat 'em up real good, then roast 'em up good. It’s the only way I’ve found that I like 'em.
Supper tonight was yum and I’s stuffded. Afghaning will ensue later. For now, I’m gonna chill with a few 'puter games.
I’m pretty sure I do not want to know what vegetable fart blossoms are in real life. I thought maybe they were related to turd blossoms. Either way, I shan’t be eatin’ them.
The kids are actually in the cemint pond. I shall be hauling them out with their lips blue and teeth a chatterin. “Mom! We aren’t cold!” They talked the neighbors into joining them. The water might be warmer than the ocean. It might not.
Which reminds me that some “genius”, et, politician in these parts wanted to import manatees to the North Bay to keep it clear of seaweed and such for ships. D’oh. See, they regularly get too cold in Florida, so let’s bring’em up here where the water is 20-30 degrees colder. And keep 'em in the shipping lanes (cause they’re also really good at dodging ships, not so much). and this guy was elected to run a city.
Got my emissions test done today, or rather my trucks emissions were tested.
PASSED of course.
Took a bunch of recycles to the center.
I’ll be leaving for home tomorrow.
I have a ton of stuff to do still, both here and there.
I have to remember to take stamps with me, I have some things I need to snail mail.
Crescent wrench, I need to remember to grab that.
Every so often, there will be a consecutive thread thread where the titles of two unrelated threads next to each other is humorous. How about we try that same concept but for individual posts:
As a kid, I got in trouble for referring to them as “little balls of hell”.
It’s my stepmother’s fault for calling them “little cabbages!”, like *that *would make them better. Ugh. They were still boiled and still tasted metallic.
Either way, I shan’t be eatin’ them.
