Howdy from da cave! Another day of irk survived. The devil is beatin’ his wife again. Tonight’s dindin shall be chikin nachos. I more or less put it together last night so all I need to do is heat the oven and let the cheese get all melty and it shall be ready for consumption. Easy and tasty just like the way I like my men.
flytrap I will admit the cee-mint pond could do with a cleanin’.
BBBobbio after I did get the casin’ off, I still didn’t fit.
ETA: {{{Lucky Louie}}} Hope the little feller is feelin’ better soonest.
I tried to roll the scooter down a step. Note to self: do not roll the scooter down a step. :smack:
I am an idjit. I do not have any ramps or ways out of my house that do not involve steps. My mom just came in saying something about cardboard ramp and the garage steps. This sounds umb-day to me. One fall a day is my limit. I’m thinking I should stay inside until I can get an actual ramp built. In the meantime, my leg hurts. Wah!
Dindin has been consumed and the kitchen is all cleanded up. OYKW is contemplatin’ a soak in the tub. We have a forty percent chance of rain/tstorm/apocalypse this evenin’. All is well.
flytrap don’t knock grilled pbj until you’ve had one. YUM!
We have a SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING in effect until 8:15 P.M. So far I see nuttin’ comin’. I’m guessin’ it would not be a good thing to be in air conditioner until the SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING is over.
We head to New Jersey (yes, we have all our shots and passports) Friday so I hope its done by then. Although after this past weekend I could probably teach Diggerland a couple things about driving in the mud.
Good wishes from here on Louie as well.
Our first house had a huge brick and concrete porch and just two steps and I would ride my bike on and off it all the time. It was just too great a parking spot and just under the bedroom window in case someone (other than me) tried something during the night. Our “new” house had just 6 steps and this tiny lip where the wood overhung the first concrete step. Basically the same, right? Didn’t work that way. That lip created just enough of a different angle that I fell off sideways and my FLH basically fell on me. One of my first visits to the ER at Divine Providence.
Who the eff are you with the “sit on it”, Fonzi? :dubious:
Note to Sunny:
Set up a video camera before attempting ramp. :o
Oh, & feel better.
Be careful it isn’t one of those stealth, ninja t-storms; they like to hide in the bushes & jump out at you. :eek:
What route are you taking? Turnpike or I-80? We’ll be here most of the wickend.
How does one make grilled PB&J. Assemble the sammich & then grill or grill the bread & then assemble the sammich? Does one use oil/butter on the skillet?
This might be fairly amusing. Middle-aged me. Pimped out knee-scooter (pink seat cushion, bike basket hung on the front, coffee cup slung onto the handle bars. I’ll add a scarf, some shades, give it a few good kicks at the top - wheeeeeeeeeee!
I offered to sit on the lid of the air conditioner so that he can get “in air conditioning” as THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE demanded. No one wants to dis THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE.
" Say, while you’re out of the ceemint pond, could you grab me a pick-a-nick basket, a beer, and a roll of TP?"
(((Butters and Louie}}}}
And I used to spend more on taking care of Maggie Wonderbeagle than I do on my hockey tickets. That tells you how my I love my pups.
Sunny, do it!
Ruble, I foresee watching a lot of Electric Amish videos in the future.
Lazy day here today. The miniature emperor catered dinner (OK, we did have to go fetch it, but I didn’t have to cook).
Whammed my big toe into the corner of a footstool last night, and my foot STILL hurts. Standing all day at work tomorrow will not be fun. I don’t think anything’s broken, but I did hear a rather alarming noise on impact.
Nope, native Orange County Californian living as a long-term transplant in the Seattle area, with a long history of filling my life with dragons, Ren Faires, chain mail, and (before one memorable Faire) teaching men, namely my husband, the art of putting on tights. Harder than it should have been, that one, not to mention the perplexed look on his face once he finally got them pulled up and asked “so, how am I supposed to . . . You know . . .?” Priceless!
I foresee watching a lot of Electric Amish videos in the future.
Nope, native Orange County Californian living as a long-term transplant in the Seattle area, with a long history of filling my life with dragons, Ren Faires, chain mail, and (before one memorable Faire) teaching men, namely my husband, the art of putting on tights. Harder than it should have been, that one, not to mention the perplexed look on his face once he finally got them pulled up and asked “so, how am I supposed to . . . You know . . .?” 