Unmentionables.
flytrap, if you can’t keep up, take notes… 
Supper tonight will be Amish corn. That’s all - Amish corn. We both had late lunches and we’re not really hungry.
So, corn. Easy. 
You have nothing but corn for dinner, and you are taking notes on underwear.
I strongly urge you to speak to your Physician or Clergyperson.
:dubious:
Shhhhh, don’t talk about unmentionables.
Or is that Fight Club you can’t talk about? 
You’re not supposed to talk about unmentionables in mixed company.
Corn was good. I’m going to assume the recline position until I get up for ice cream.
MWAH!!
Just cause I feel like sharin’, here’s a pic of the new church house in progress.
Can I have Mo Saturday, cuz there ain’t ever near enuff.
okay. There’s
Blue Monday
Ruby Tuesday
Bob Thursday
Joe Friday
and Mo Saturday
What about Sunday and Wednesday? and NO!, swampy, no camel references accepted
I wish I had an NFL-sized budget.
If anyone’s been paying attention, or more likely not, the San Francisco 49ers’ new stadium has a grass problem. After a soccer game, an exhibition football game and a practice, the turf was coming up in chunks. The solution is to dig it all up and replace it.
They pulled up the grass in the actual playing area of the field and are rolling out new sod. The insanity is that it’s just temporary. Next Saturday, they’re going to rip up all of the grass, about two and a half acres wall to wall, replace the sand/soil base and lay out yet more new grass.
The even more insane part is that we’re being told “brown is the new green” during the drought and fines are being contemplated for people who over-water their lawns. How many acre-feet of water are used to keep a stadium’s grass perfectly emerald green?
Okay, spidey, we’ll just call 'em drawers.
swampy, it looks like you’re building a nice looking churchhouse. The chihuahua is a cutie too!
Looks like i won’t be sprung til at least Monday. So it’s a weekend at the horsepistol spa and grill. 
Adams Wednesday
I’m home.
What a time I had and not a good one at that.
First they were admitting me, then they were holding me for 24 hour observation then they were admitting me again then they decided to send me home.
I had one session of torture by the ER doctors who passed the results to the GYN doctors. The GYN doctors said they couldn’t accept the results of the ER doctors torture session so they had to put me through one of their own.
They were getting me all set up and then decided to wait until I was moved to the GYN section.
I never was but they put me through another session in the ER.
Nobody can figure out what is wrong.
So the doctor has put me on progesterone to see if that helps and sent me home. I have to go back next week.
However that being said I will never again go to the emergency room unless I a truly dying. I thought when my doctor said it was an emergency that I would be taken in rather quickly. I sat for 7 hours in the ER waiting room. There was a fight in the ER that had all the security staff running in. I was ready to just get up and walk out when they called me back.
**Red **
I never went into all the details - it’s gory female trouble.
No. No, you can’t. You’re “Bob Thursday”, dammit! :mad:
No Saturday for you! At midnight, please change your calendar to Sunday.
Mo Saturday it should be.
More nick names to give us trouble telling who is whom.
Spidey, however, is a dookie butt.
I worked, I came home. It’s dang humid out.
I 
you.
sari, {{{{hugs}}}} glad you’re back. And hope they fix the gory female problems.
{{{{Red}}}} glad they found the problem. And stay away from cheese till you’re off the rat poison.
Flytrap, do you usually talk to your clergyman about you Underoos?:dubious:
You guys are truly obsessed with this…horse puckey.
Physicians and Clergypersons are in order for you very, very sick dookie butts.
Admitting that there is a problem is the first step towards recovery!
Dang doggio! You do know how to take the joy out of cheese eating. Given that I tested positive for factor 5, I’ll be on rat poison or the like for the rest of whatever. If it keeps me out of the horsepistol, it’s a go. 
Doggio, you fiend!
if you stay out of the horspital, you can have cheese.
You’re just jealous of my cooking and cleaning skills.