We buy 12-packs of toilet paper, and they last us a while. Since the cupboard was empty, I went to Rite-Aid Monday to get more. They didn’t have any 12-packs of the brand we use; only 4-packs. No worries, they get their deliveries on Tuesdays. I went to get something at Rite-Aid today and went to pick up toilet paper. Only 4-packs. I picked up three of them. The thing is, picking up a 12-pack as usual is just… usual. Picking up three 4-packs felt like squirrelling.
I spent hours doing paperwork (or the digital equivalent) and think I really do have the Medicare ball rolling now. |knocks on wood| I also called my financial advisors. They’re old friends. I hadn’t talked to either of them in a week, so I was surprised when he kind of snapped at me that he’s busy and won’t be reviewing all the materials until that 1099 arrives. (He hadn’t told me this before.) The form is supposed to arrive by Friday. If I don’t hear from them by Tuesday, I’ll call again, and to heck with him. As of next Tuesday, I’ll have exactly 7 days left to respond to the IRS, and I still don’t know what I’m doing.
Hey, I looked this up when I was trying to decide whether to donate my body for research or to a body farm, and it turns out it’s an urban myth. The chemicals break down and do nothing to slow decomposition. I think that’s good news.
nut, does the uni have dormitory floors that are reserved for non-traditional (i.e., older) students or quiet floors? Some over here do. Are there any private room options? What I hated most about dorm life was the lack of privacy–and I liked my roommate. (We’re still friends.)
Moooom, I hope all is well.
All of you dealing with smoke, I hope the air clears soon.
They finally washed windows today, only they didn’t do the sides with screens on them, so now my bedroom window is half clear and half cloudy with dirt. 
We’re home - we’ve actually been back for a while. We did have lunch in Timonium at the Nautilus Diner, since we’ve been there, we like it, and we knew where it was. The drive home varied from no big deal to raining so hard I had wipers on high and still didn’t dare go over 40. Once we got home, the sun came out, so I ran to Leonardtown to pick up FCD’s meds, deposit a check at the credit union, and run into Food Lion for a few things.
Slight chance of a little more rain tonight, but it looks like the worst has passed. Since lunch was rather large and late, we may graze tonight, but no supper planned. Just chillage. FCD is snoozing on his recliner, poor baby.
This wasn’t the surgical waiting room yet - this was a followup from April’s spinal surgery. The first knee will be Sep 3, so a bit over 2 weeks till that waiting room… Yeah, can’t keep track without a program! 
Bottom line of the Dr visit - the numbness in his feet is probably permanent due to spinal cord damage. On the plus side, he was waaaaaaaay too close to even worse damage - like paralysis - so I guess numb feet is a small price to pay. He’s got to go for a CAT scan and some XRays so the neurologist can see how things are going inside. But there’s probably nothing to be done. In any event, this doc doesn’t want to do anything till after both knees are replaced. We’ll see him again in Feb.
And that’s today. I need to make a curtain for my daughter to hide some mess in her classroom - I’ll get on that now. Then chillage.
Yay on a working W/D combo doggio!
shoe, although I started out in restaurants in the pre-electronic cash register era, I’m wondering just how many of your customers had no cash on them when it came time to pay up.
swampy, I’m thinking that a fart post would be like one of those apps that goes away after a brief period, dissipating, so to speak. 
Hope that all went well at FCD’s doctor appointment to day Moooooom.
I hope that Pixel feels better soonest sunny.
unknown, you may be my neighbor at the body farm.
Irked, came home, et. Now chill time.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Wrecking things is a lot harder than it sounds, especially when you have a geriatric terrier “helping” you. but the dryer half is disassembled and heaved into the dumptes The Telltale Heart style.
you want to climb into a transformer and put 100,000 volts through your cheeks? 
Eek! But I’d send you some rain, if I could.
Can you chug a 40 of Miller High Life?
Well, dang. Oh well, the paperwork is already completed, I’m far too lazy to back out now!
Hmmm, well, you still deserve some sympathy for sitting in a waiting room at all! I’m sorry FCD has permanent nerve damage, but at least he’s walking!
I have been so busy and productive today that I don’t recognize myself. Our fridge looks like new, all expiration dates were checked, bottoms of condiment bottles are wiped and I even took the time to make the pints of pickled peppers look purty. I found a yellow lid after I took this pic just because, LOL!
I got the wood into the new woodshed. The shed is six feet wide, three feet high at the back, three-foot-ten at the front, and about 37 or 38 inches deep. It’s almost three-quarters full, so all of the wood stacked on the deck won’t fit in it. I reckon I might get a third of it in.
Mrs. L.A.'s patient is supposed to come over at 16:30 to borrow the Jeep. Mrs. L.A. might be back from visiting two patients by then. The registration and insurance card are in it, incriminating evidence are out. No blood stains.
The dog is pacing and panting, so I’m guessing t-storms are coming. It is pouring right now, and the satellite TV is out, so he is probably right. Still got the Netfilx etc, so that’s covered, aside from the Red Sox-Yankees game. MLBTV blacks out things aired on locals, but they probably aren’t going to play anyway, but that does save me the pains of hearing Michel Kay.
We’ve been under flash flood warnings for 2 days now, but I live on top of a hill, so, unlikely.
flyboy I’m a little surprised at how short you made your wood shed. I no longer like bending over, bad back, knees, etc., and that low roof would cause much bendage.
Need to motivate for some sup. Thinking an RBC sammich and a fresh tomato salad. Been having a lot of tomatoes recently. It is that time of year.
mianomer (Is that what we’re calling JaneDoe? Those look like great pickled peppers. Nice color.
Maybe you should be called peter piper.
Learn to turn everyday household objects (apples, empty Sprite bottles, etc.) into shitty makeshift bongs.
Woman. I am the queen of lists. I got kinda obsessive at one point a few years ago - when I started drafting a LIST OF MY LISTS, I had one of those, “Woah, this is rock bottom!” addict moments.
However, I have developed an impressive ability to look over the list, sigh dramatically, and decide I simply caaahhhn’t do any of it!
This is a frighteningly accurate description of how I spend much of my free time.
Googling was little help. What sandwich, plzkthx?
Ideally, I would have liked 4x4x8, but… We moved office a couple of months ago. The builders left a construction table they built out of ¾" plywood. Since it was going to be thrown out, I took the center support (73 inches long, 37⅜ inches wide, now that I look at my notes) to use as the shed floor. The solid ends of the table were 37⅜ by 34½. They became the end walls. I bought a sheet of 7/16 OSB for the back wall, and had it cut to 74⅝ by 34½. (I didn’t take the tabletop because it was heavy and particle board. I suppose I could have used it as the back, had I been thinking.)
So that’s why the shed is the size it is; because that’s the size of the table I recycled. 
Red Bag Chicken from Aldi. https://www.aisleofshame.com/copycat-aldi-chick-fil-a-sandwich/ I use sweet relish instead of dill pickles and add a slice of chez. Sometimes some hot sauce on top. Plus a few tater tots on the side.
Roast beef & cheese?
In irk news, this late-breaking report: high school sophomores are a complete P.I.T.A. to work with.
All day, grown-ass adults; all day, smooth sailing.
The teenybopper crowd shows up mid afternoon, and everything promptly goes to hell in a footbasket. Sorry. We’re all out of handbaskets tonight; one of our employees got dumped last night and is all gossip-y and utterly useless.
You kids these days with your slang abbreviations!
… scrolling down, I see a copycat for Chick-Fil-A sauce, and I am very intrigued!
Chillage is occurring outside, briefly - my God. The humidity. My God. The mosquitos. - but it was worth it to get a surprise visit from a random hummingbird a few minutes ago. (I don’t maintain a feeder, and I don’t think there are suitable flowers just right nearby.)
Dunno what it was doing in my yard, but it was a welcome little spot of unexpected joy.
i’ll have to try this(I love Aldi)
Evening all. Not much accomplished, did do a little shopping and visited the soccer fields to check on the coaches in the 7U division I am coordinating (they were doing fine). Rain started about 7:20pm and probably will continue tomorrow, so soccer practice may get called off again. Would gladly send you some rain, Seanette, sounds like things are getting serious out there…do you have an escape plan?
FCM, sounds like things are about as good as one can expect for FCD. Glad you survived the rain and the nutso drivers.
Did you pick a peck of them?
nellie, if they’re old friends, they’ll take care of you. Patience.
Nut, been too long out of college housing to offer any advice. I once thought when I retired I’d go back for my Master’s degree and live in a Dorm for a year or so when I was in my 60’s, just because…(never did).
Unknown, you are good people…just thought it was worth saying.
OK, need to empty the dishwasher so I can start putting the newly-dirtied dishes inside. All y’all take care.
I take umbrage, I repeat, umbrage, I had my 50th birthday earlier this summer. I no longer identify as “you kids.” (Not entirely sure what umbrage is, but it sounds good, no? Sounds kinda like a wrong turn. Uhhmmm bridge, were we supposed to go that way?)
Thanks to the inspiration of this lil’ thread (I actually said out loud, “Oh, my God. I have milk. I can make a mac’n’chz box!”) I have had a lovely, richly satisfying, and oh-so-salty dinner.
Oh, and I had a slice of whole wheat toast with peanut butter for breakfast before work!
I feel like accounting myself somehow, somewhere, about having eaten something, is helpful.
Now imma sit outside and listen to the crickets and tree frogs. They’re in full chorus tonight.
Mrs. L.A. had a sweet Italian sausage, potato salad, and white wine for dinner. I had pulled pork on 2 low-carb tortillas with green taco sauce (one with Tapatio as well), a chunk of Roquefort cheese, a Baby Bell cheese, and red wine.
The closest actual fire is 60 miles away, so I don’t think evacuation will be needed (and I shudder at the thought of getting close to a million people out of the metro area in any sane fashion). Biggest problem we’ll have here is the air quality impact, I think.
Good morning, folks.
It’s going to be another too warm, and too humid, day, today. I’m having my coffee, and getting ready to go get myself together enough to go out in public, to get groceries. Not looking forward to doing it. But, it must be done. I’m going early, so as to avoid the crowd. After that, I’ve got laundry galore to fold/put away, vacuuming, and all that good stuff.
I’m having a bit of a conniption fit (But, it’s a waste of my nerves, as having a fit isn’t helping anyone at all!), because the county I live in, has gone red. That’s not good. But, even worse, 5 (five) (FIVE!) of my friends have COVID. Three are in the hospital. One of them is NOT doing well at all, and they don’t expect him to live. They have ALL been fully vaccinated. WTF?! This is ridiculous! So, I’m fit to be tied over it. Just beside myself! This is bullshit. Good grief.
I suppose I should get a grip, calm my tits, and finish my coffee, so I can mask-the-hell-up, and venture out into the plague fiords, to gather sustenance.
I’m sorry to be so whiny/bitchy. But, I’ve pretty much had enough of this crap.
Have a good day, everyone. You absolutely deserve it.