That’s hilarious Soapy. And good luck on tenure. I forgot to say that yesterday.
Drives like that are not a good start to the day, are they bobbio? Nothing like getting to work with your blood pressure already sky high.
Yay for the laptop, Nava! Is it working well now?
Cool necklace and paperweight, sticky.
The dog story reminded me of the assistance-dogs-in-training that they showed on the local news this morning. One of them was learning to take off a woman’s socks. It was really funny watching the dog tug the sock off her foot. I don’t know how you start that training without getting your foot chomped a few times though!
A few flakes have drifted past the windows, and people have started to spaz out. IT’S SNOWING! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Oy… Two people have already scurried off to get home before the snow gets worse. More likely, the snow will melt before they get home as it’s a few degrees above freezing, so anything that lands is not going to last long.
Home early today - yay! We had our team lunch, and the team lead bought my mini-chimichangas because of deleting all my work last week… It was a nummy lunch.
I’ve got a load of jeans in the washer, and I cleaned some cat hork in the hallway. I think I’ll make some sketty sauce a little later - there’s only 1 meal’s worth left in the freezer. Mostly, I’m just going to enjoy a little solitude.
It’s dreary and we might get a little snow. I had 8 or 10 raindrops hit my windshield on the way home, but the worst is supposed to hit overnight. However, with temps above freezing, I’m not to concerned.
In other news, um, I got none. Life is boring here. So far. Knock wood. Hugs and gropes all around, since I’ve forgotten exactly who said what, and I’m too lazy to re-read.
We used to have a Boxer (Satin, I called her Satan cuz she was Teh Eeeeevil) that was a profligate counter surfer. She’d grab something, then make a beeline for the dog door to get outside into the back yard, which she considered her private turf.
One time, I tried to break her by putting something irresistable in the counter surrounded by mousetraps. Snap! Snap! Snap! She came out of the kitchen with a trap hanging from her flew like there was nothing wrong. “Hi Dad, that was tasty.” :smack:
We had to guard parmesan cheese with our lives.
Her ultimate theft was the day she stole a stick of butter that I had 18" from my left elbow because I was standing right there, baking. Any other heist was done when we were not in the kitchen.
Me: “What the hell did you do with the butter?!?”
VWife: “I haven’t touched it. :mad:”
About that time I heard the door flap, and there was Satan on the back porch, licking her lips. From that time on, I shut the dog door and the door to the back bathroom so she wouldn’t have an escape route. She kept the shenanigans up until she got too sick from cancer to do just about anything.
Dangit! Now that sounds like a good idea for dinner, or some empanadas or enchiladas. Slated to have sloppy joes, which the better half does a very good job with. Around here is beautiful day, the sky is shade I like to call Ohio winter gray. But there are signs that spring will be sprung anytime.
For excitement, somebody was working with the wiring in the conference room next door and blew out the surge protector in my office. Included bangs and sparks and soot marks. Then the responsible department had the stones to not want to replace the protector. I said fine I will just plug the computer into the wall without it. Funny how that got them moving. Not every day your IT department tries to electrocute you. Otherwise a routine day.
Rebo and Wallf, sorry you’ve joined the unfun diabetes club.
Urgh. Was upstairs napping, and got woken up by someone banging on our front door. Gone when I got downstairs. Didn’t wake Gnat up. Still, Urgh. I think I’m going to put up the sign I was thinking about, saying Don’t Knock Between 2-3:30. Our hallway is an echo chamber.
