swampy, Taz wasted no time burrowing under the clean covers. And on weekends when **FCD **wants to take a nap, Taz is properly indignant at being ousted. This morning, he was yowling and trying to open our bedroom door because he wanted a drink. As soon as **FCD **opened the door, Taz bolted for the sink.
I don’t drive much so it seems a waste, if I go out once a week that’s a lot.
My truck is 3 years old and I just passed 22,500 miles and had I not been looking for a house all of last year it would probably be half of that, or less.
However, when I do drive it’s a long drive and the stations I listen to fade out and I have to find a new one.
I renewed in January so I have some time to think about it.
Same thing with OnStar. I don’t know if it is worth keeping anymore. It was pretty good for directions all last year but I can get that off my phone. However, I get monthly updates about maintenance and condition of my truck and that may be worth keeping. I like having some minutes on my OnStar phone as well, just for emergencies.
Moooom does housework with no clothes on and I eat toast naked?
Drinking a club soda. Thinking about the summer. Yes, I’m sure it will actually come eventually. Wondering what I’ll be up to this summer. Heck, I don’t even know what I’m doing next week.
And surprisingly enough with the one I least expected. Since I built the Road Kow to honor the song “All Right Cow” my friends play, I picked the writer of the “English version” of the song (All Right Now) and he passed. I knew he has been sick for quite a few years but it is still something of a shock. Now if only the various politicians would start dropping like flies, I could be really really happy. And really really trampy as well.
Sorry Swampykins – it was nice being tied up with you I MEAN TIED WITH YOU for all that time but I had to leave sometimes.
I’m concerned about the apparent obsession regarding my state of attire - I’m thinking some of you people might need to consider therapy - just a thought…
Ruble I’m not even in the dead pool but I can go with a lot of politicians dropping like flies.
Nothing wrong with being nekkid while doing house irk. No long sleeves to keep pushing up, no clothing to get in the way. Then when you are done you just jump in the shower.
I just finished my lunch, chicken cordon bleu (safeway brand frozen), baby peas (lesueur canned) and rice.
I want to get a shower now but I have to wait for the washer to finish.
doggio, when I do sriracha chicken, it’s in the context of a stir fry. The marinade / sauce contains several splorches of sriracha as the primary flavoring.
It’s too pretty to be stuck inside today. After irk, my neighbor and I are planning to go out riding, then grabbing a quick bite to eat at one of the local Mexican eateries.
Mooommm, this is the MMP. Iffn Freud or Jung were to be brought back to life & dropped in here, I’m betting they would start to analyze us, only to very quickly run from the room begging for a career change to something like a laborer where they don’t need to think much! Swampy, [del]are you one of the main causes of this[/del] do you have any openings in your program?
Ruble if only I could get the rest of those slackers in the daid pool to get some points, I’d have last place all to myself. Mine! All Mine! Just so all you who don’t play the cdp know, I have had a big goose aig the past three years. Celebrities on my list become instantly immortal. My goal this year is to be the only player with a goose aig.
Speakin’ of bein’ daid, I had the followin’ email exchange with a co-irker…
Co-irker: I’m doing some follow-up on job placements. I’m having a tough time contacting (one of my former folks). Do you have any updated contact info?
Moi: I can imagine you are having a tough time with this. She’s been dead for two and a half years. So, tell me, just how DO you follow-up on dead people and are they really working? That’s depressing to think that I’ll still have to IRK in the after life!
Co-irker: Smart ass! BTW I laughed a good twenty minutes before I could respond. You made my day.
Waaaay back in '93, my bioFiL died down in Louisianner, and it fell on VWife to handle his affairs because she was the only one of the kids who would have anything to do him. At the time, VunderKind was about 5, and going through a phase where he’d color on just about anything he could get his grubby little paws on.
The lawyer down south send a stack of forms to be filed in the probate court. VunderKind saw them laying out and thought they were trash that hadn’t got into the can yet.
“Can I color on these?”
VWife’s eyes went wide. “NOOOOOO! Those are important papers about Grandad Al!”
VunderKind put his hands on his hips, cocked his head to one side and asked, “What are you going to do? Mail them to God?”