I haven’t made them myself. Dex has supposedly tweaked the recipe to get them fluffier than usual, but still not on par with flour biscuits.
I have yet to meet a cat that was any smarter than a hockey puck, so I guess the comparison is valid… 
Must make breakfast and dash off soon, but I wanted to check in.
Why did so many of you get snow when we didin’t get ANY? Not fair.
I wonder what the cavewoman did that pissed the mammoth off so badly. Insulted her dress sense?
Or saute it in butter with some added garlic, and top with parmesan cheese when done. I make spinach that way all the time.
TMI:
It also makes for green bathroom trips…
My possible two hour meeting turned into a hour and a half meeting. Hey, I takes it where I can gets it. At least it wasn’t two hours. 
I’m staring at a report I don’t wanna do. However, it shows no signs of just disappearing if I ignore it, so I guess I gotta do it. Le sigh.
I played hookie - I lied and told them I was still buried in snow - that I wsa still waiting to be dug out
The sun is shining - it’ll probably melt what the teens left behind, but I’m betting the parkig lot at work is still treacherous - I’ll let you know tomorrow
If there had been somebody coming in to cover reception, I totally would have done that today. I don’t understand why it always seems to snow on Saturday night, thereby ruining any chance I had at a snow day. Of course, we DO NOT CLOSE, no matter what, so I’d have to take a vacation day, but I’m pretty cool with that. I could be deciding what color to paint the living room, or finishing the work in the library, or cleaning the kitchen, or more likely, sitting on the couch watching tv. sigh I want a snow day.
But then again, my traditional snow day activity is watching Titanic, and I don’t know if I feel like it right now. 
We’re having a cold snap here. Temps have only been in the 40s for three days now! Today it’ll be the 50s. Tomorrow it warms up to around 60 and by the weekend mid 70s. I really hate all this cold weather.
My sinuses hurt. That’s how I can tell the weather’s changing. Oh and the pine pollen is just about to start flying everywhere. I’ve been seeing little flecks of yellow on stuff. By the end of March, everything will be covered in pine pollen. This means I get to hose down everything outside every two or three days just to keep the pollen down. That’s Spring in south Jawja. Everything turns yellow. I mean, I don’t even have pine trees in my yard. You’d think my neighbors would learn to keep all their pine tree pollen where it belongs. HUMPH!
It’s freaking cold here–a whopping 22, up from 14 this morning.
I put a pork roast in the crock pot for dinner–so me kitche’s all cozy and warm all day.
I also want to make cookies–I feel very domestic today. Hafta work tomorrow, but my friend should be on the unit as well, so another good day!
I’ve never worked Valentine’s day–and oh, shit- I just realized that my son and I ahve to sign 25 Valentine’s tonoc.
That’s it–I am a complete failure as a mother. Time was, I would start the kids on these early, so that it wasn’t this HUGE project–on a Monday noc, no less–his big homework noc. I hafta say, #3 child does not get the long end of the stick… :smack:
Yuck. Valentine was a saint–and that means Christiam–out he goes from public school (can we legislate this by this evening, please?). Someone start a PAC!
A friend of mine sent me a little essay on the true origins of Valentine’s Day this morning. For myself, I think I much prefer the old Lupercalia tradition, and I will be outside on Wednesday night waiting for the young boys with the goatskin whips and the sex lottery.
We had to give our tenant notice to fix a non-compliance issue or the lease would be terminated. I think we scared them straight.
Ivylad loves the cold weather. He finds it exhilerating. As for me, I’m a Florida gal, born and bred, and I need to break out the Fisherman’s sweaters when it dips below 70. He refuses to turn the heat on. I got up this morning and it was 60 degrees in the house! Sixty! I turned on the heat and got ready to head out. Brrrrr…
We hit 76 or so yesterday. No snow. Not even any rain or fog.
It was a spendid weekend. So splendid, in fact, that we had to ruin it with more heavy-duty yardening. Tree roots go away quite easily when you wave money at a strapping young man that knows how to operate a stump grinder. After that, it was a dump run to get rid of the old toilets, the bones of the trellis/pergola that shrouded the patio, two busted screen doors, the family room carpet that was replaced with Pergo, and a just plain ugly hotel-style wall-to-wall sink and counter vanity thing. We have a garage again!
As for the yard, it looks like radioactive beavers were here - the yard is pocked with holes and everything is strewn with chips and lumps that used to be roots.
Now we just need to figure out what do to about the bats that are living in the decorative stucco-covered box that surrounds the fireplace flue. We’ve got dozens of little bats that start squeaking at dusk, then pour out in waves.
Well, see, it’s a little-known fact that Mammoths were vile-tempered beasties what would trample humans at the least provocation like…say…being poked in the side with a spear. Or maybe it the was the dress thing.
gotti, if I was you, I’d leave them batses right where they are cause they eat bad bugs like skeeters. People actually buy bat houses to try and attract them, ya know. I’m just sayin.
It was almost 80 yesterday! Definitely no snow around here. Even in Southern California, that ain’t right for February.
I read the bit about the whips, but missed the sex lottery.
Either way, this is beyond cool–this is Platinum Cool. Or maybe even Titanium Cool.
I want to celebrate this holiday–forget Cupid and his stupid arrows!
Brownies in the oven, just call me Betty Crocker…
I don’t do chili, in any form, so I’ll just smile from the sidelines and take it on faith.
Maybe a nap.
The sex lottery part was in the e-mail I got (which I don’t want to quote, of course, but I’ll see if I can track down an original source), but not on Wiki.
Found the original article Whip My Roman Sex Gods
Now that’s a title.
gotti Re: Bats - what you need to do is feed them lots of mosquitos, and they’ll stay around forever. We’re thinking of putting in a bat-house at the far end of our yard, down by where the mosquitos breed in the city-controlled drainage ditch (Chesapeake, VA - yeah, we heard about that fancy underground storm drain pipes. We’ll wait to see how they work out before we start installing them.) And you forgot to pick up my water heater on your way to the dump!
I hope FCD and #1 son get well soon.
The cutting of the bi-fold doors went as well as could have been expected. Which means, once I got it trimmed to how it needed to be and would only require a little bit of wood filler and paint, I realized I had the door upside-down when I cut it, and therefore became scrapwood. Not that I wouuld be able to tell if’n it was upside-down, but that choice isn’t up to me. So now I gotta find another door just like that one.
I know bats eat lots of bugs, but I’d rather they not take up residence in my chimney. That many in one place smells rather bad.
Mice eat …something… and I don’t see anyone recommending that I let mice live in the house.
I let the spiders do what they want outside, just so long as they don’t spin webs across the sidewalk. Likewise squirrels, raccoons and slugs. What the hell do slugs do, anyway?
Well, then you’ll have to build them a bat house. It’s a rule.
Mice, OTOH, are squatters that chew the place up, eat your food and leave poop everywhere.
Slugs must die. They like to eat your flars and shrubs, and leave disgusting trails on your patio.
I have never heard of a Bat House, but now I kinda want one …