Good morning! It was 61ºF and humid this morning. The gnats were out in force this morning. Hoo-boy, were they. I had forgotten how much they like Mrs Magill. Her shirt was covered in them and they got in her eyelashes, so we checked out of our walk a half mile early. Spike was sitting on the front porch, eating a bacon, egg, and cheese Bojangles biscuit when we got home. Chloé was every excited that not only was Second Favorite Human there, but he also had food.
Both boys had to work last night, so dinner was just the two of us. I diced up and seasoned a chicken breast, cooked it in a skillet, removed it, and then cooked up some Trader Joe’s fried rice, which I then added the chicken to. Quick, cheap, and filling - perfect weeknight food.
I’m halfway done building the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. The first thing in the manual is to put together the Gandalf mini-fig, I guess so he can supervise. He is now sitting atop the fox. (Nerd Alarm) It turns out that the fox in FotR was special because he was very, very large.
Eat your heart out, Shadowfax!
Spike is celebrating by having to work mandatory overtime this week and next week. While he’s not looking forward to sixty hours of shift work, he is looking forward to the paycheck. We reminded him that he has student loans that he may want to pay down before he spends it all on Warhammer and Magic the Gathering.
Holy-moly! I don’t even have to convert that to ferrets to know that’s roasting. I hope your friend stays hydrated.
Sheesh, weather app. Working on it. These things take time.
Is anyone really ready for the Tartan Army?
Same - I’m about the same age as my grandfather when he started showing symptoms. I get nervous every time I have to search for a word - It doesn’t matter that I’ve always had to search for words sometimes. But that color in your foyer looks great!
rocker - as long as Koritza isn’t eating from the fish tank…
When Mrs Magill and I went to see Return of the King, there was no stadium or reserve seating. We got there early to get fifth row center seats - the best seats. Some teenagers sat next to us and one started talking on his phone. Mrs Magill leaned over to him and said in her best Mom voice, “You need to put that away, now” The kid glanced at her, saw Angry Italian Woman, quickly said, “I’ve got to go now,” and hung up.