0742, and the pork roast has been in the oven for 50 minutes. Should be ready around 1500.
The Ms wants to start “fall cleaning” today, our twice-a-year, week-long scouring of the homestead. I really hate it, but there is no way to avoid it short of a hospital stay. I can only be happy that it’s a small house.
Happy Sunday!
Home from the park, it is going to be a pretty day.
I have lots to do today. I think I could take a week off irk, work steady for 16 hours a day and still not get everything done. I’m debating going to the Bark for Life event today, but I’m not sure. Some of Ripple’s friends will be there, but I’m tired. I guess I’ll decide closer to 1.
I should do some laundry, and I need to charge the ring doorbell and my toothbrush. Every room needs a good vacuuming, and all the hardwood needs mopping. The yard is a mess, but the skeeters are so bad I think that can wait until it gets cold enough to kill the little bastards. They love me for some reason, even at the park I am getting bit and nobody else is. I should order groceries, to pick up tomorrow. I’d rather go Toosday when I get the senior discount, but my son is out of food. Of course I could just order pizza or something for him.
Mostly all I want right now is a nap.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated with the Luteruns and then went to Cracker Barrel. I had their biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig country breakfast as did OYKW, so now we’re stuffded! Nappage shall ensue shortly.
Sahirrnee, be careful of the mini flying vampires–around here we are having a big outbreak of West Nile and EEE.
This might be a good time to tell the son to put on his big boy undies and figure out his own food. Tell him it’s a dry run for when you are hospitalized from frustration due to his not interacting with the rest of the planet.
!!!TMI warning!!!
Had a bad evening of it last night. Three trips to the bathroom in 30 minutes. 
Had to take a loperamide. (immodium-d) that I keep around for just these festive occasions.
My two functioning brain cells decided to talk to each other for a change and I had a thought: Fake crab. I had made some crab salad yesterday with some fake crab that had been on sale. So I dug the packaging out of the garbage and read the ingredients. Sorbitol!!:mad::mad::mad:
Why didn’t I read the ingredients in the store? I couldn’t. :mad: I had to use a set of reading glasses AND a magnifying glass AND a strong light to read them here at my desk. Bastids!!!
I really love crab salad sammies too, but there’s nothing else for it except to throw it out.
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Mom, what kind of critter fountain do you have? I got the boys a new one last year that promised to be easier to clean then their old one but it’s still a PITA to get into the not-readily-apparent nooks and crannies.
Happy sunday y’all
**Bumba **- thisis the one we have. It takes about 15 minutes from unplugging it to restarting it. I’ve got several brushes for cleaning little spaces, and I use a scrubby sponge on the larger areas. I have to clean it ever other week or it gets scummy, and I replace the filter monthly. Which reminds me, I need to order more filters.
**FCD **is watching Dallas spank Washington. Shortly, I will return to knittage.
I haven’t taken a nap and I should have.
Didn’t go to the Bark for Life event either, been sitting here vegetating.
Do humans have to worry about EEE Alien? Guess I should look it up.
I suppose my son could order his own pizza. I’m sure that is what he would do.
Our last sell-down of the season is over and went really good but not great.
Both our colds are on the mend but at that really-drained-feeling stage.
Looking forward to 04:45 in the AM -------- and you have no idea how shocked I am to type that. 
Hope you’re feeling better now bumba! Sorbitol can be pretty evil on the system.
I didn’t get any yard work done, but I did take Nelson to the dog park and did some work in the studio. I fixed Flamenco aigs for supper. Yum!
At 4pm I decided to close my eyes for 15 minutes. The cat was on the couch and forbid she be disturbed so I laid down on the floor. Two,hours later I woke up…
In today’s bone headed move I stripped the bed and remade it. I tossed the blanket/quilt out by the washer. Hubby put the quilt in the washer and my phone was wrapped up in it. So, I have lost all my pictures and all my contacts. I am pissed mostly at myself. I guess there is a small chance my contacts may be stored in the cloud. I won’t know anything until Tuesday since I am off tomorrow. I am not making a special trip.
Dammit.
Bag of rice. If it is a IPhone, everything is in the cloud anyways, and still might be if it isn’t.
butters, if your phone is less than five years old, chances are that everything is backed up in the cloud. Appendages crossed.
It is an IPhone. I know I had cloud storage at one time. I don’t know how old it is but probably over 5 years.
Sloth day. The Paclers won.
Well, it doesn’t owe you anything…if it doesn’t come back, upgrade to at least a 8, and it can be happy on anybody’s network, and they are water resistant.
Sloth day. The Packers won.
In his best Father Mike voice – you are forgiven, my son. 
PS – these end-of-summer colds really stink.
Close enough that I may add insult to injury with a cigar.
Hey, slowpoke, this week’s thread is over here —> Current MMP