Mmp! Mmp! Mmp!

Probably not much yet, especially since with that large a leak you haven’t wondered what was wrong with the A/C.

I replaced two ceiling lights in the downstairs kitchenette and laundry area with $30.00 cheap looking LEDs, made by slave labor in China. It is no longer like unto the Black Hole of Calcutta in that area of the fish room. (All of downstairs. Used to be a game room. No, we do not have a problem.) The usual problems did appear, removing fifty year old recessed fixtures that were not intended by the installer to be removed, too short wire, misaligned holes, dropped screws and ankylosing spodylitis. :slight_smile:

In Cicada news, the Lower Mississippi Valley Brood is crawling out of the ground, causing citizens in Bryant, Arkansas to call 911 and the police department, with alarm and excursions, fearing warning signals and alien invasions. Folks in Jacksonville, AR believe it to be bugs or frogs.

I have a Used Meat (T.M.) roast in the oven with shallots, small potatoes, carrots, garlic and celery.

I am off tomorrow, to feel guilty while Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) toils in her Dark Satanic mill, beginning at 3:00 Ante Meridian.

flytrap cicadas are dang noisy. I remember when brood XIV happened in Ye Olde Hometowne in 2008. They sounded like a fleet of diesel trucks on idle. Ugly things to boot!

Worked, walked the dog. Making a (non used meat) poke tenderloin with beef rice and sauteed green beans with shallots and mushrooms.

Love the pigs. :smiley:

sari, I was just pulling your leg.:wink: And don’t feel bad. If you can’t handle it, you can’t handle it.

Flytrap, “Lower Mississippi Valley Brood” sounds like a family bluegrass band.

I got all creative for supper. We had shrimp sauteed with onions and zucchini, served with PastaRoni shells and white cheddar. We just mixed it all together - it was quite tasty. And pretty easy to boot!

A second guy came to look at the bike. He arrived on a Harley, so he’s one of the gang. :wink: He seemed to be really interested - in fact, he talked to **FCD **about painting the bike. So we shall see what comes of it. I just sent the guy a link to FCD’s artwork site. Fingers crossed for a good outcome. A pox upon the Mercedes-driving butthead!!!

No, I don’t have an attitude. :stuck_out_tongue:

I went to the brunch this morning and had an enjoyable time. Afterwards, I did a bit of recreational shopping. It’s been a relaxing day.

Mooom, I like the pigs and the penguins.

I hope my piggies are as popular at the store as they are with all of you. Now I’ve got to come up with a price - I’m thinking $20 or $25…

But for now, time to recline. MWAH!

Argentina? Wrong San Francisco, I think!

I believe you are correct.Not much difference, though. :slight_smile:

Thanks!

I never knew there is a San Francisco, Argentina. Ignernce done been fought! :smiley:

And on that note it’s time to go snuggle on the bed and watch teevee.

Nitey Nite Y’all!

Went to Kennywood, visited some graves, smoked a cigar and ate too much. Not its some R&R and a shower and work tomorrow.

I suppose that something good comes even from our mistakes.

But “Don’t cry for me, San Francisco” doesn’t sound the same. :dubious:

Unless its sung by Clint Eastwood?

(Hey - its not like Madonna was from either one, right?)

That sounds like a Swampy Comment to me, fella.
:dubious:

They are just trying to make a living, as you and I, indeed, as we all are.
They have been waiting seventeen years for a date. Give them a break, already.
:slight_smile:

“You could do surgery down there!”, Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) remarked, without asking to borrow money.
:slight_smile:

Maybe she was making a suggestion? :wink:

Run that by again, please.

F–king fireworks at the end of Riverfest, keeping Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) awake when she must be at her Dark Satanic Mill at 3:00 AM.

Bastards.

She was suggesting a self lobotomy. :stuck_out_tongue:

Thanks!!!