Moonie go help little old ladies across the street whether they want to cross the street or not. It’ll be some good entertainment. Trust me.
Dindin was teh num if’n I do say so myself. His Spoiledness was thrilled over the sweet N.O.T. pie. I shall extract “appreciation” for it in a bit.
Oh, I forgot…
iffy, young lady, are those chores done yet? No? Well, the sooner you get started, the sooner you finish. They’re not going to do themselves you know. Now march right in there and get busy! Now! Don’t you give me that look! You want your face to freeze like that? I said march!
Swampy, I’m living on-campus right now. There are no little old ladies to help across the street. Sure, some of the professors are little old ladies, but they just walk from the academic buildings to the on-campus parking lots, no street crossings involved.
Seriously, folks, help me out here. This is the kind of boredom that leads to life-altering bad decisions, Jackass! sequels, and modern art.
Well Moonie, you could rearrange your room I suppose.
Home from work, I took my laptop home. I just couldn’t stay there another minute.
I stopped by Safeway on the way home, and picked up a few things. Looked for sweet potatoes and wonder of wonder, they had them there. Unfortunately, they didn’t look all that great, so I passed.
Hubby is currently draining our fish tank. I have go wash the tank lids and filter tubes and other assorted stuff. The tank was/is pretty disgusting. But, it’ll be pretty now.
Day 1 of a 4 day weekend, with VBob squaring off against VWife in the Sloth vs. Slave contest.
So far, Sloth 0, Slave 1. She dragged me along on a shopping safari, and I played pack mule All. F*&#ing. Day. No nap, even.
Advantage may have swung in my favor, however. Stella, [del] the honorary grandchild[/del]neighbor’s mastiff pup, is staying for the weekend, so I dodged a bullet WRT shampooing carpets. Does a bambilance shift count for slothage, since it’s something I wanna do and it pisses her off? Shift tomorrow night.
Tomorrow is the Mayberry Methodist Church Annual Yard Sale, and I have a truckload of crap to haul over to them at the crack of ohmygawd. After that, I’m planning on finishing the year long bathroom remodel; something else she didn’t count on when making the slaveaway list.
I’ll keep y’all informed on the Battle of the Bullheads.
I’ll tell y’all what… I’ll take all the shiksas, then, and spare all those poor frantic Jewish mothers the stress of worrying. A great sacrifice on my part, I know, but one which I am willing to make.
BooFae, the Byzantine eunuchs was something I stumbled upon while doing research for some material for our history class. You learn something new every day.
I have a bit of a headache and I’m not sure I’m coming down with a cold or if I’m hungover.
I came home to find Mr. Taters draining the fish tank so we could clean it. We’ve been so busy, that we neglected to do our weekly ten percent water changes. The tank itself didn’t look too awful, the filters and what not were disgusting. So we completely stripped it down and I spent a ridiculous amount of time washing the rocks. We’ve got about 50 pounds of gravel in there.
Unfortunately, quite a few of our fish have grown quite large. We didn’t think to use our large cooler as a temporary home for them. Instead we put them in large garbage bin. We had three casualties. One large Bumblebee cat and two medium size convict fish. We should have put some kind of aerator in the temporary bin. We’ve never had a problem before, but I guess the fish that died just plain smothered. It’s shame. The cat and those convicts were quite tiny when we bought them and had grown to about 8 inches.
We’ll replace them, I guess. The problem is, you can’t normally find those types of fish in larger sizes. We can’t introduce smaller fish in the tank because our tiger oscar, albino oscar, or jaguar fish will eat them. The oscars are close to a foot in length, the jaguar is about 9 or 10 inches.
We just got a call from our friends and they want us to come out to another friend’s house to visit. We tried to say no because we’re still trying to fill the tank and have to pick our daughter up from work. Besides that, we’re just plum tuckered out from the work week and we have to get up early to go help my daughter’s boyfriend move.
At any rate, another friend got on the phone and insisted we come out because they haven’t seen us for a couple of weeks. It’s nice to be loved and missed, but dang, I’m tired.
Guess I better fix my hair up a little now. Ta for now.
