AC condenser has been cleaned, and was it ever a mess.
Howdy Y’all! I accomplished nappage. Go Me! 
Also, I had to get a dead bird outta the cee-mint pond. ICK! Never had a dead bird there before just frogs and once a little snake. ICK!
OYKW shall go by the Pubic Sto’ to get some hot wings on his way to da cave. I shall fix some kind of side to go with 'em. Don’t know what but I’m sure the pantry will provide me with the perfect answer when I bother to open it and look.
There are snakes around the swimming pool? :dubious:
Frog legs?
From Doc Hopper’s?
<wondering if anyone will get that…>
You’ve been around long enough to know how to spell ”Cow- orker" properly.
Do they have a bench there? I hate sitting in the car but could chill out on a bench.
Iffn I ever come over, remind me to eat (a lot) beforehand. That’s one spelling bastardization I can do without.
Can I haz 5 o’clock pleeze? I’ve been productive about 1/2 hour today; otherwise sitting here.
Did you have help?
I’ve tried, man. I’m constitutionally incapable of deliberate misspellings sometimes. 
No bench. No table, nowhere to sit that’s even remotely in the shade. My car is comfier.
We had genuine Cuban chicken and rice and plantains and boy was it good. The Cubans don’t mess around with small portions so I shall take the rest home for tomorrow lunch.
New hire is coming along nicely and quickly. She is gonna be good.Teenager clerk is gonna be good too.
Our company leaves tomorrow Thank You Jesus. So, hubby calls and asks if I am in a good mood. I say why? They want us all to have dinner together tonight at my house. Not gonna happen. My mood went south. So now we are going out to eat and guess who gets to pay? Yep, hubs. This is bullshit. We have probably spent well over $1K this week on their vacation. Shit ain’t right.
My parents once had a couple of scorpions wash into their pool. :eek:
I got it. 
:sings Movin’ Right Along:
I think we’re gonna get along just fine. 
Kermie?! :eek:
Sari - do what you want to do with regards to your mom and don’t do what you don’t. If you don’t want to see her at all, don’t do it. If you don’t want to take your son, don’t do it. It’s a dr’s appt. Go to that. Get in. Get out. Deal with the cake carrier and shrieking later. I’m moving. I’m bossy. 
(but sincere - really - life’s too short)
The last two days have been a roller coaster. I think we’re almost, almost done with this house. Movers take the rest of what’s here on Sunday. Yesterday sucked monstrously large donkey balls (sorry Mooommm). I put in about 15,000 steps in my own house, just packing. Then my mother told me I really needed to get some work done. Fortunately i was too tired to respond.
The neurologist now thinks that the car accident I had a year or so ago is contributing to the headaches. Neck damage on top of my regularly occurring program of migraines, which no one looked for because, migraines. She did a nerve test in her office that seems to support this. So next week I’ve got x-rays and an MRI, plus some infusions, some blood work and I’m sure there’s something else. I am hopeful underneath the exhaustion. The migraines may not stop, but maybe they’ll fix some of this. So yay for that.
Right now I want to curl up in a ball for a week in a hotel suite with room service. And a soaking hot tub. OK - onward.
Hugs and get wells as needed to everyone.
Home for a little bit. After I feed Higgs, we’re going to go get something to eat, then go to the ballpark. Because it’s much too cool and comfortable in the house.
I need to change into shorts which means I may need to run a razor over my legs. Always something. 
But the work week is done and with luck, I’ll sleep in a bit tomorrow. YAAAAAY!
And thumbs up to **Robyn **and Sunny!!
Was it you or the Pontiac they were talking about? 
My irk week is done. Now for the crap at home. In the back of a cubby in the computer desk, I found my old Walkman ™…not the Discman ™, but the one that played cassettes. Neil Young’s Live Rust was the last thing I listened on it, if the cassette was any indication.
Dindin has been ingested. In addition to chikin wings, I cooked some green beans and made homemade mac & cheese. Plus rolls. The rolls were frozen but I very thoughtfully thawed and baked 'em. I’m nice like that.
Now chillage ensues.
Does drowned snake taste like drowned chicken?
Why is it that every time that I start to get caught up, something comes along and knocks me back in the hole. I honestly don’t know how we’re paying our bills.
/so it was one of those night . my cashier called out so I was stuck up front. Then some dude came in trying to buy beer. Since he had no ID, was slurring, and smelled like a brewery ,so I had to say no. He left then came back asking to borrow the phone so he could get a ride. I said yes, in case he had a car, and he proceeds to dial…the number on the front of his debit card.:dubious: The 4th time he came back and asked us to call the cops so he could get a ride into town. We obliged him.
But it’s my Firday, and the beer is cold.
{{{{Rio}}}}
red, I’m pretty sure v3.0, 2.0, 1.0, and everybody else is talking about Flytrap. 
Butters, I’d tell your company to stick it where the sun don’t shine. And sic Louie on 'em.
{{{{Sunny}}}}
Feel better, MetalMouse
I have now heard the worst name ever for a boy. (For well, anyone.) I’ll give you a guess.
Teton
Anyone guess that? I told my husband I might be willing to have one more kiddo if we could be more creative with the names this time.
We were just watching a home improvement show. Tangentially, they named their newborn baby boy this. Sweet holy hamburger. What were they thinking? They should have gone with Sue.
Up way too early, dammit.
It was a lovely night for a ball game - cool with a little breeze, thanks to some rain that had come thru earlier. The home team sucked mightily - first pitch was a hit that turned into an RBI, and when we left at the top of the 8th, it was 6-1, two of their runs coming on errors.
We were sitting behind some long-time season ticket holders, one of whom was really obnoxious about yelling “encouragement” to the players. One section over, were some even more obnoxious guys who kept yelling “Ducks Suck!” even tho the Ducks were winning handily. And it turns out, we were in the wrong seats - we were supposed to be behind the dugout in sec 6 but we sat in sec 5. Not that it mattered - more empty than full seats.
Anyway, we left early, stopped for gas on the way home, and got home after 10. I didn’t fall asleep till after midnight, so waking at 5:30 was not fun. I tried to sleep again without luck. Instead, I got up and fed Higgs, and here I am, thinking about going back to bed. It’s overcast, so I’m thinking no laundry will be hung out today.
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<yawn> *Happy Saturday.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. I’m of to watch the Prospect scrimmage, and go to the equipment sale at the arena. Life is good.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 76 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 95 for the day and maybe rain late afternoon/early evenin’. We shall see. Today’s plan includes mowage of the back forty over to the church house and cee-mint pond time. Other than that, who knows what might happen.
{{{rio}}} here’s hopin’ for better times soonest.
MOOOOOOM you reminded me of a thing we used to do back in the day in Ye Olde Home Towne. Way back then when the Etlanner Braves were really rotten, we’d ride up to Etlanner (only sixty miles away) and buy cheap seat tickets. After two or three innin’s, because of the fact that there were a wole lot of empty seats, we’d get asked to move down to a lot better seats so “crowd shots” could be taken. Fun times!
OK, I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. I shall also purtify somewhat, as in shave and look some kind of publically presentable.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!