Well. we rolled on down the freeway to Wifey’s mother’s house today and just got back. So nothing productive on the home front for me today. Got loaned a bag full of Janet Evanovitch books though. That’s good.
Bobbio, I think you meant “one of Swampy’s Crockpot eyetalian chickens, maybe?” Although crackpot might work too.
I see why you’re not liking your job so much anymore, Riggs. I used to not like mine some much either, when I had one. Now, meh.
Personally, I think that if the space-time continuim were working correctly, I (and all my pals) would be getting younger instead of older. I blame it on the Repubbycans. Or someone.
I’ll try to get up early to read your OP Swampy, but I ain’t promissing nothing, "cause I’m old dammit!
Possums! I got a possum story. One night several years ago my doggie was out back, barking her fool head off. Incessant-like. So I went out there and look–and see a little animal on the ground. Oh no! Has she killed something? I take a closer look. Yes, it’s mightly still. Must be dead. It looks like a ferret! Someone’s poor ferret got loose and my dog killed it. I poke it with a stick. Its teeth bare slightly. Hm.
Then: it dawns on me. It’s got a weasley little face. It looks dead, but apparently not.
It’s a possum–playing possum. :smack: :rolleyes:
In cleaning news here–I just put the final and eleventy-hundredth load for the week into the dryer. Everyone should have shirts/underwear/panties/socks for tomorrow. I can’t guarantee wrinkle-free but I CAN guarantee clean.
Too bad buttermilk biscuits aren’t on the zone diet. I could reeeely go for one.
I’ve seen something much worse–I was in a bookstore yesterday, and they had a picture of Buddy Hackett, wearing just a hat (it was over his crotch, but still, mostly nude Buddy Hackett :eek: ). I had to show my friends. They hate me now. It might be a while before they start speaking to me again.
swampy, I waiting very (im)patiently for the MMP! I’m going out of town tomorrow, but I’ll have to wait until after the MMP to leave. Good thing it’s going to be early.
Cherry, I’m with you on the buttermilk biscuits. I love biscuits, but I’m very good about not eating them too often. I could eat biscuits every day. I’ve never learned how to make biscuits, because I know if I could make them I’d eat them for every meal, and then I’d be as big as a house. MMmmmmmmmmm, biscuits!