Okay, guys, so my mom’s coming NOW everyone quit swearing so much, and hide the weed!
Oh, wait, that’s just me.
Well, she is on her way. I’ll tell y’all exactly what I told work: if you don’t see me by tomorrow, check the morgue and the jail.
I registered my displeasure with the 4th fireworks on the Next Door site. Lots of equally displeased persons responded to it. Oddly enough, last night was quiet as the crypt, so perhaps it did some good.
Mucking out the bilge today, so it must be Monday.
Over my objections, we are now subscribed to CBS All Access because of the women’s soccer league tournament. I hate having to subscribe to a network channel, and there is quite literally only one other program on there that I may watch. The rest is all of their old stuff that I have no desire to see again. Anyway, I’m cancelling as soon as the soccer tourney is done.
Tomatoes are starting to ripen in the garden, and the beans have flowers. Squash plants look healthy. I think snails/slugs got all of the sunflower sprouts. I just discovered that the big Hyssop bush out front is actually Hyssop Anise, which means that it’s basically a very prolific herb. Think I’ll make a loaf of bread that includes it.
Much sadness in my kitchen that I forgot to mention…
I made a birthday cake for PWAISDN. Tasted great (double chocolate bundt cake) but it was dry, dry, DRYYYYYY! Either the recipe didn’t want to be baked in a convection oven even if the oven self-compensates the temp, or something went wrong like too much flour or cocoa powder, or the recipe was a cruel hoax and they left out some wet ingredient. Whatever the cause, it was beyond redemption. 
Eons before we met, FCD was having dinner with a family whose father used the “starving children in China” line. The child to whom it was addressed looked Dad straight in the face and said “Name two.” Wise-ass young 'uns!!
Heard back from the realtor about 2 other places - now we know why they’re still on the market… so they’re a no-go. But there’s a manufactured home nearer us that’s possibly promising.
I replied to the wrong MMP this morning. THE WRONG ONE. I’m so ashamed. Well, not really - I’m relatively certain that what I say floats out into the ether and disperses. Yeah, it’s that kinda day. My back is screaming at me (that damn lump pressing on my spine likes to make all the nerves around it twitch), I’m exhausted and feeling sick and sorry for myself. But, what are you gonna do? Drink another espresso, that’s what I’m gonna do. Better than cryin’ into my nonexistent beer.
Howdy Y’all! We defilthyfied the place this mornin’. Then I got a text from the pharmacy to tell me my 'script was ready, so I went and picked it up. Whilst out and because it was close by, I ventured on to 
Wally*World for a few needed items, mainly critters to flush down to the septic tank. Then nappage occurred. We et a late N.O.L./early sup of poke tenderloin, squish casserole, green peas and rolls. 'Twas good. Now chillage ensues.
Die never fear. Rumbly tummy will always get fed. 
My mother would always remind us of starvin’ children in India. Once when she gave me that speech about beats I replied, “Well, box 'em up and send it to 'em.” I did not get in trouble but dad did for bustin’ out laughin’. He told her she should know better than to hand that boy a line. 
Been a smartass all my life, I have!
Never was an opportunity for my Daddy to say anything about starving children, except…his own. We were a big big hungry bunch.
He often said “If the lights go out during dinner you might lose a hand to his starving mob!”
“Un Hung Lo and his brother, Un Hung Hi. Shut up and eat your Brussels sprouts.”
Afternoon, friends.
The kid’s gifts were well-received. The doll, in particular, came out of the package right away and hasn’t been out of her hands since.
Curry sounds fab. I have some in my freezer (cauliflower, peas, carrots, onions, and chickpeas) and could make that my dinner as well. I also have most of the ingredients for my next batch of DIY lean cuisines and still have a frozen pizza in there, so I have options. Living like a queen over here. Mushroom casserole is this week’s project. I’m adding broccoli to it because the recipe seems kind of rich and I also think it will benefit from more texture.
On the subject of milestone birthdays (Nellie), time-before-last that I went to PT, one of the staff had a milestone birthday. So the whole office was adorned with jokey “old fart” decorations. My PT commented that they should probably put up at least one “happy birthday so-and-so” indicator because otherwise, just having a bunch of banners that say “one foot in the grave!” etc. with no explanation seems pretty insensitive when like 75% of the clientele are senior citizens with health issues.
Anyway, now to tackle this week’s dinners. Soundtrack? Definitely a musical theatre night. I tend to default to Godspell these days, but maybe Come From Away or Fun Home tonight. Or Ragtime or Falsettos. Shoot, I’ll put them all in a queue and see how far we go.
The curries I’ve had seem to consist of minor variations of chick peas with Kroger curry powder, from frozen dinners to “The Star of India”, a local restaurant majoring in buffet.
Deepest condolences for the loss of your cake. No chocolate cake should ever come out dry. 
Isn’t that what Kahlua is for?
Evening all. Assembled the new edger and am charging the battery, may take it out for a test trim tomorrow. Short nap today, so maybe I’m adjusting to my routine now. No rain yet but we’ll see.
gotti, yeah, sounds like something was missing. Better luck next time.
dot, glad the present made the young’n happy.
{{wordy}}; pain anywhere is no fun. And you weren’t the only one who went for the old thread…
cookie, so far I have refused to subscribe to any of the ‘bonus’ networks, albeit I am sorely tempted to sign up for Disney+ for “Hamilton” and the Marvel library.
Shoe, concur with Vowthat that is a neat avatar. And let us know if we need to take up a collection for bail money…
Nut, think you are wise in changing pharmacies. Hopefully the Doc concurs.
Die, didn’t know you were Swiss. Been to your country twice (flying into and out of Zurich) and clouds and fog on both days meant I haven’t seen a damn thing there. Will have to correct that one of these days…
Nellie, a long-distance happy birthday to Bro and Son.
Boring day today, but sometimes boring is good.
No starving children in Africa for us, we got the ‘oh I worked so hard to make all this delicious food and it’s a shame to see it go to waste’.
Like a fool I ate it. When my mother pulled it on my son he told her if it was so important then she should eat it.
I have a dr appointment tomorrow that I had forgotten about. At least it’s a televisit so I don’t have to go out. I’m not even sure why I have it. Then I have to see another doctor on Hump Day. Unless they tell me to reschedule again because I have a sore throat. I always have a sore throat, so I may never see this doctor. Fine by me, I don’t have time for all this doctors’ visits bullshit.
My taxes are due next Hump Day, guess I should start on them sometime soon.
If you here a lot of cussing from this area, you’ll know why.
I’ve decided I’m cutting back on irk this week. I’m not very happy with them right now. The pay increase doesn’t compensate for taking away bonuses. I think the change in the pay structure benefits those who weren’t making bonuses, but it’s hurting me. I irked my ass off to get them, and now if I’m not going to get them, well, no more reason for me to irk my ass off.
I don’t want to say anything to management right now, not a smart thing to do when one is full of snark.
PWAISDN has been arguing with Alexa. Think she’s winning.
Apparently some TV show or ad has “Alexa, play soothing music” or whatever in it, so mine is happy to oblige, resulting in the occasional “ALEXA CANCEL!” coming from the living room. 
So I get to work, and the conveyor bet to the mezzanine broke. And from the sound of it, the main conveyor was eating small animals every few minutes. So they sent me to unload trucks. Which wasn’t bad, apart from one truck feeling like it had the heat on. But there was OT, so I have that going for me. Which is nice.
Also, the 1st Bojangles opened in Charlotte on this date in 1977.
Happy Birthdays nellie bro and nellie son!
[The Dude] Yeah, well , you know, that’s just, like , your opinion , man.[/The Dude]
But welcome, Boo!
Mooooommmmm!!!, I never got the starving children speech. But I do know to finish my beer, because there are sober children in India. 
Remind me what PWAISDN stands for?
Hey, since I’m on mobile, let me test the emojis. 
Partner Without An Interesting Straight Dope Name
Also, the 1st Bojangles opened in Charlotte on this date in 1977.
Truly today is a national holiday. I feel nothing but sadness for all the people across this great land of ours that do not have a Bojangles.
Poor Miss Mantha is very sniffly today. She’s been hanging out with me all day looking pitiful.