Watching hockey. making chipolte BBQ chicken between periods.
Spidey, no Ikea here. Do they have the pictogram assembly instructions for the meatballs?
We have a motion on the floor.
All in favor of StickyBuns startin’ us off Moanday [del]with aselection of bagels and schmeer[/del] as our hostess with the mostess say “Aye.”
AYE!!!
All those opposed [del]sit down and shut up[/del] say “Nay.”
::crickets::
The “Ayes” have it. StickyBuns will start of off with [del]a make your own waffle bar[/del] a tale of, well, sump’n or other which we shall hijack to heck and back.
I just finished going thru a box of photos, tossing most, but setting aside a bunch to be scanned and/or given to my daughter. Most of the ones that I tossed were duplicates or unidentified. Lots were taken from various boat trips on the bay, but they all look the same - water with another boat or 2 sailing by. Boring. Tomorrow I’ll start scanning some of them.
Meanwhile, I’s tahred. And the cake I baked was just meh. Still, cake. 
Yup, the first picture is of a meatball & a fork. The 2nd picture if of the meatball on the fork, & a mouth. 
Swampy, Swedish meatballs with gravy, smashed N.O.T. & lingenberry sauce is the standard offering. I don’t think I’ve seen lingonberry pie.
I think it’s time to recline. MWAH!
Spidey I had lingonberry pie at an Ikea in Chicago (ok, some surburb of Chicago I can’t remember) probably fifteen years ago. I remember it as kinda tart but tasty. Maybe they had lingonberry pie that day just cause they knew I’d be there.
Your story is deteriorating, flytrap. Are you sure you don’t want to put it out of its misery?
I believe that it is doing rather well.
Humph!
Can’t you imagine the suspense when Inspector Wolfe discovers that Penelope’s brother killed Agatha, or Maude, or whatever the hell her name is? Was?
Or that it was really, Frederick who after binging on rasperry tarts killed Agnes in a sugar induced rage meant for Penelope and then conspired to hide the bloody kife in Penelope’s trunk of hideous dresses?
Christ, it was hard not to spit club soda onto my keyboard.
You guys, or any MMPer for that matter, are welcome to let her fall back asleep and dream more.
Or, perhaps she never truly awakened…
:rolleyes:
Cool. Hope I remember. 
Well, try and keep up.
Nero Wolfe
Jack Aubrey, ancestor of Bernard Aubrey.
I seem to have my very own VCTPMO, and they’re active in force today, starting with the sucktomers who were flinging merchandise onto the counter hard enough that I nearly got hit in the face several times by flying clothing. Then there’s that [bleep] fridge bandit who will even steal partially consumed beverages.
Still feeling surly about losing all my email a few days ago when Windows decided to self-destruct. Then there’s the ever-increasing density of DH’s skull…
Sounds like Wal Mart.
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Stilll binging on hockey. Life is good.
Nettie, bummer about the loons.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 66 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 89 for the day.
Nettie sorry about the bad stuff happenin’. Hope it gets better soonest.
flytrap I love it! It can all be an alcohol induced dream!
Today I shall deheathenate Luteurn style as I am Lector (not the cannibal kind) for the nine a.m. service. After that, who knows what will happen.
Now I need more caffiene and to feed rumbly tummy. Purtification for deheathenization must also ensue at some point.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
What a night! My feet were like ice and I could NOT warm up!! I finally resorted to pulling the afghan under the covers and wrapping it around my feet and legs. Even at that, I probably didn’t get 5 good hours of sleep. Oh well, I’m up now, and mostly fed.
The weather is supposed to be non-rainy today, so **FCD **is thinking about riding his bike down the Colonial Beach for the Harley Fest. Yesterday was pretty much a washout so he’s going today for moral support if nothing else. While he’s gone, I’m going to sort and scan the photos I kept yesterday.
Whatever else happens today is up to Fate. 'Cause I like to live life on the edge!
Happy Sunday!!
Up early this morning. Fixing to go to the city and sing with the heathens. 
Up and caffeinated. Need to hit the grocery store before football and hockey.
Mooommmmm!, it’s raining here.