Our petrol is about £1.26 a litre- no clue what that translates into Murrican as (well, the ‘petrol’ translates as ‘gas’, I know that bit…)
I dreamed someone gave me a bee hive (for bees, not hair) last night, and was really disappointed when I woke up and realised no-one had
Did one more day horsey leafletting- it hath been decreed that there is one more day’s worth of places worth trying, than that’ll be it for a few weeks.
Went round loads of pubs, mostly, today- with one rather awkward one where I walked in with a bunch of horse rescue centre newsletters, only to find a funeral party going on. I don’t think I interrupted too badly, luckily… :o I also often get people trying to start technical horse conversations with me- and while I do know the basics about horses- four legs, one at each corner- I haven’t much of a clue about riding. So far, I think I’ve got away with just nodding and making interested noises.
It’s a shame this job’s only irregular and doesn’t pay well- they’re lovely to work for, and it’s such a nice change not having a boss that tries to screw me over constantly in questionably legal or outright illegal ways. I’d almost forgotten that wasn’t actually the norm.
To really piss you off: $2.89[sup]9[/sup] was pumped for me. Joisey is good for one thing. Makes you wonder how much they’re gouging us if our state is 40¢ more for self-serve. :mad:
Dinner was haut* cusine - rice crispie dogs Recipe
Take leftover hot dogs, put on plate
Put plate in microwave & press any button between 1 & 6
Real quick, apply mustard to roll.
When you hear them going snap, crackle, &/or pop, press the “Stop” button.
Slide dog onto roll
Slide dogged roll down gullet.
Me: Yes
My stomach: We has a problem.
Me: What is it?
My stomach: Those two leftover dogs; not enough!
Me: But there’s no more leftover in the fridge.
My stomach: I’m hungryl.
Me: But there’s no more leftover in the fridge.
My stomach: (In it’s best The Shining “Redrum” voice: Feed me!
Me: ::Gets up to go scrounge around the freezer::
I readjusted all the straps on the CPAP last night. Much less tight, but the seal was still good. I didn’t like the humidity at 3, so I turned it down to 1. Much more comfortable.
The check engine light went off all by itself today. Well, how about that?
Now I need to find a good sale on tires.
Filbert, knowledge of the cost of gas in the rest of the world means that I don’t complain (much) about its cost here. I *know *we get it cheap.
When I was a child, I recall my Father being annoyed that gasoline was priced at twenty nine cents a gallon.
I also recall watching to Tonight Show in the 1970s during some Arab boycott. Johnny Carson said, “I’m pretty sure than when gas costs a dollar a gallon, there will be plenty of gas.”
I managed to twist my ankle. Tis all swollen and hurts. I really don’t think it’s broken since I can still walk on it. So, I have a bum knee on the right and a bum ankle on the left. I am just a mess.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 67 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 89 for the day.
{{{Butters}}} hope the knee and ankle are feelin’ better soonest.
flytrap one would need a lot of those for a fry.
Spidey so what did you feed tummy?
Ok, that’s all I got for now. More caffiene and feedin’ of rumbly tummy must happen. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence. Oh well, 'tis Firday and Moanday is a holiday.
Cute babby fisheses! Wish I still had a set up suitable to breed fishies. Guess I could get guppies, but my Apistogramma would probably just scoff any babies, and I prefer wild type fish anyway.
Just got my 6 month road tax due. Eep. I haven’t paid the allotment bill for this year yet, and this is even more. Being a lodger, I don’t get any other bills in my name, just the car and the lottie- didn’t realise they’d both come together… when I’m already overdrawn due to getting almost no hours at irk.
Oh well, guess I should get on with making felt things- I’ve made nearly enough to pay one of the bills, if they sell. I’ve just been lazy while I’ve had the horsey leaflet second job, and haven’t been finishing stuff.
Danged skeeter bites!! I was up way too late last night because of the itching. A combination of some cortisone cream and reading till I was exhausted allowed me to finally fall asleep a bit after 1, but I was still up before 6:30. **FCD **had gotten up to tend to the critters, but I sent him back to bed - he’s working a bike fest today so he’ll need the rest. I can doze later if I need to.
I get my weather from Intellicast.com, but I’m about to look for something else. They recently changed to graphs instead of plain English, so you have to figure our what the day will be based on a line for temps, a line for pressure, a line with arrows for wind, and bars for precip or snow. OK, they do have a tab for descriptions, but where they used to have a 10-day layout, now they only show 3 days unless you click a link. I originally bookmarked the site because they had a clear layout of 10 days that popped up and I could get a quick picture of the week ahead. But they’re ruined it. Guess I’ll look for another site. ugh.
{{{butters}}} you may want to get the ankle looked at, even though you can walk on it. I walked on a broken ankle for most of a day once before my boss saw me limping and sent me to the doctor. It wasn’t just a sprain.
Venturing out into city commuter traffic this morning to go get my left eye tuned up. Then back to irk.
