Howdy from da cave! I have been told, told, mind you, not asked if I have a preference, but told we are goin’ for Mexican for dindin. Hey, I ain’t payin’ so fine by me even if I was told.
Shelly one can’t go out if all one’s clothes are dirty. 
puggy feel better! Vertigo ain’t no fun. I’ve had it and well, ICK!
Boo! cake needs no reason to be. Cake is. So if there’s cakeage, so mote it be.
I saw a movie about that, once.
Home after another busy day, blessedly free of Missy Prissy. I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. And I spoke briefly with the dude I’m doing the drawings for - he’s digging up instructions that will specify how the drawings have to be done - interestingly, it’s the way I said they should be done. Yeah, interesting. Missy Prissy is gonna have a conniption. heh.
We’re living dangerously for supper - I got some Chicken Helper (HH’s cousin) for sweet-n-sour chickie over rice. It looks easy and I have chickie tits, so we shall give it a go. And I’ll find something green in the freezer for a side - maybe green beans.
I’ll be doing pies for Thanksgiving again this year. Punkin for sure, and something else that I haven’t decided yet. The last few years I’ve done either peach streusal or buttermilk. I want to try something different this year. Something simple, but different. But not as simple as dumping a can of filling into a crust - that’s just boring.
So, Happy Tuesday!!
Have you ever made sweet potato pie?
So this afternoon we’re all hanging about the back office, Queen Bee (the executive housekeeper) got a text from her fireman boyfriend. A police cruiser fell off of the Bad Traffic bridge. We spent the last two hours obsessively checking every single local news site for the latest updates.
Because Queen Bee Knew a Guy, we knew the outcome of the wreck before it was officially announced. It was, as I’m sure you can figure out, not good.
This is a real small town in some ways, so everyone is talking about this and will be for the next week.
so, still blurfy.
I’ve never made sweet potato pie, but it looks a lot like punkin pie, and I think that would be too much of likey-likey stuff. I’m going to try this pie - it sounds yum!
And for the record the sweet-n-sour chicken helper is not bad at all! It needs veggies mixed in - we were thinking broccoli and onions, and maybe some pineapple tidbits. Anyway, I’ll be buying it again. It quick to make, and even quicker to eat! 
Mexican comestibles have been consumed. I had chile rellenos, so stay upwind. 
MOOOOOOM I was gonna suggest a pee-kahn pie but that apple crumble thingy looks good.
Really Swampy, your jest encourages the damn Yank…our friends Up North to say “Pee Can” instead of the proper pronunciation of “puh kahn”.
:dubious:
Finished painting the box. I’ll make an attempt at vernishing it today. Or starting to, anyway.
It’s actually pronounced “p’cahn.”
I like the French word for “pecan” - “pacane.”
You are quite correct.
I speak from the experience of many years in trying to help Mrs. Plant (v.2.0) pronounce it.
Mrs. Plant (v.2.0) was born on Long Island, and spent many years in New Hampshire, where women run in terror when one opens a door for them.
I comment on Cultural Differences only, of course.
:rolleyes:
well, that explains a lot. You cannot take a Lawn Guylindter and drop her in New England without expecting some internal conflicts.
Moses and Aaron on a stick, you can take a walk in New Hampshire, become disoriented and wander into Canada, Vermont, Maine or Massachusetts.
Her Aunt in Connecticut called us in Little Rock, Arkansas to see if we were alive because there was a tornado in Houston, Texas.
Why did those poor women run in terror when I stood back from a grocery store door and gestured for them to go in ahead of me?
How in the hell do you…those people acknowledge strangers, beat each other with sticks?
Where ever we went on that sojourn, Jewish folks were friendly and polite. Even the goy guy at an Old People Cafeteria in Connecticut cut the beef and pork roasts with a different knife. 
Had lunch with my friend. It was good, we went to PopEyes because he loves their chicken. So instead of it being pizza day it was chicken for me and soft tacos for Sah-son. We all got a churro and they got some kind of cherry pie, cherry cheesecake I think? Anyway Tre likes the pie, Sah-son thought it was too sweet. I don’t like any kind of pie but apple, and I don’t need the extra calories anyway. Well actually I do like pee-kahn pie, but only a small slice because it is so rich.
My ear is driving me nuts. It doesn’t hurt but it feels full and cracks and gurgles when I turn my head.
Tomorrow I go to lunch with a different friend, and I have to drive all the way back across town to where I was today to see Tre. I didn’t know he was living out by my other friend, just a few blocks away or maybe I could have combined the trips. It’s $4 in tolls each way.
I never did get my laundry done so I will have to make do with what I have clean until next Tuesday.
I’m hungry but it’s too close to bed time to eat.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 56 Amurrkn out with a predicted high of 83 for the day. 'Nother nice day. We’re told Firday will be rain/tstorm/apocalypse. We shall see.
I thought we settled the pecan pronunciation debate a while back. AIR we came to the consensus that both pee-can and pee-kahn are acceptable. Pee-kahn pie is always acceptable. YUM!
Shelly hope the ear stops hurtin’ soonest.
flytrap next time slam the door in their faces. Maybe they’ll feel right at home then.
Ok, that’s all I got. Need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all! Just. Never. Gets. Old.
Happy Hump Day!
Morning all,
I think I got the zombie cold bug on the run. I broke out the flame thrower yesterday a.k.a. NyQuil and am feeling better.
My co-irker is leaving for a big deal acapella choir competition in Hawaii on Saturday and has been over the top hyper all week. I is super excited and super jealous for her all at the same time.
so
it’s a cloudy wet 52 degrees with a projected high of 63.
I don’t want to go out today but I have to. Lunch with my friend and then pet sitting starts tonight.
I wake up early this am, like 6:30ish. Too early for me. But of course once the eyes open the bladder starts to complain and I had to get up. Sah-dog pulled his blanket over so he is blocking the door. I give him a little nudge in the butt to get him up and out of the way and he is having a bad senior moments day.
He wakes up all confused, won’t come out of the bedroom but stands there half in and half out so I can’t close the door. I have to pee dog, one way or the other you have to move so I can close the door. Finally he wanders down the hall in and I find him waiting for me at the back door. He goes out on the porch, I open the door for him to go out and I swear *I swear * I saw white stuff coming down. Sah-dog won’t go out that door, instead he wants to go out the other door onto the deck, only he can’t get off the deck because the stairs have been barricaded waiting for my niece’s bf to get back over here and finish painting the deck. The poor Sah-dog gets all disorientated and can’t figure out which door he wants to go out, so he goes back into the house and wanders around. I think he was looking for Sah-son.
I said fine let’s go back to bed, and then Sah-dog decides he wants to go outside. Until he hears the rain, them it’s the stand at the door and pick up a paw to go out, the put the paw back down, the pick up the paw and start to step out and then put the paw back down. Finally he goes out but by then I was awake and no way in hell I could get back to sleep.
So its wet and miserable and rainy and cloudy and cool and I got a big ole fat
BLURF!
and a long day ahead of me.