Our new guy, Chunk, seems to want the other cats to pet him. He goes right up to Sirius and tried to rub up on him, the same way he does to me. Sirius is usually unamused.
Well, crap, the e-mail I sent Sean came back as a failure, so I’ll just post the link here and you MUST click on it. Find the song called “My Hawks”.
My Hawks Play it LOUD and PROUD!
I think I should have used my work e-mail address instead of my home e-mail. Oh, well.
Good morning!
It is still morning, right? Good.
I have three batches of bread rising, and one Oh-Lord-I-hope-it-works batch of Danish pastry. I took Nigella Lawson’s Food Processor Danish Pastry recipe, didn’t measure precisely owing to lack of kitchen scales, and made it in Matilda instead of my food processor.
Have I ever mentioned that I don’t follow instructions well? I don’t.
Currently I am eating a muffin. According to the package info, each muffin has 430 calories. That is the same as a burger. How can a muffin be as calorie-heavy as a burger?
Now I must clean the kitchen and organize and clean the fridge, and maybe the freezers. This will help me determine what we’re eating this week, besides bread. Very exciting.
gardentraveler, you can most definitely freeze uncooked cookie dough. Freeze it in a log (wrapped in seran wrap) and then you can take it out of the freezer, cut it into circles and throw them on the baking pan. Really easy. And a good way to make just a few cookies at a time so you can eat them fresh and hot out of the oven.
Draelin, I love the songs from Jekyll & Hyde! I’ve never actually seen it though so I can just think they’re nice pretty songs and not think about the murder and mayhem.
The pretty inn that we’ve booked for the wedding is closing temporarily according to them but everything will be fine for the wedding in December. Is it just me or should I be suspicious?? Everything’s been going too smoothly. It’s about time that something like this happened. ::sigh:: I haven’t given them any money yet so that’s good, but I don’t want to be out a place to hold the wedding! As much as I love the inn and the town I’m wondering if I should cancel with them and go somewhere else so I’m assured of having a place to get married!
Hey Spats, since you go to RPI, have you seen the model railroad club there, by chance?
It’s one of the 10 best layouts in the country, FWIW…
I know that cookie dough can be frozen. But my brain can’t grasp the concept of leaving cookie dough in the house for that long.
You mean you don’t just go at it with a spoon? 
Morning again.
I was in the kitchen last night doing something domestic and I heard Wifey in the bedroom laughing. I asked her what was what and she said “Smirky-boy is on the TV.” (she calls him smirky-boy). I can’t stand to watch him. Screwed up the night’s schedule, 'e did, too.
Who was that guy who did the rebuttal? He had one eyebrow perpetually raised, like this: :dubious: only it was the other one.
Well, it has come to my attention that the tags on the truck are expired. :eek: So this morn I hafta go to the DMV. :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
See ya’
Would someone like to come and finish scrubbing my fridge for me? It’s fun, and I’ll give you Danish pastry! Assuming the pastry turns out!
Sigh. Almost done the fridge. Soon I get to do the freezers! I want a self-cleaning kitchen and self-cleaning cookware. The cooking is the fun part.
Mmm. Cookie dough.
I have a big tub of frozen white chocolate and macadamia nut cookie dough that I took out of the freezer this weekend, so you certainly can freeze it. I need to bake & eat the cookies ASAP so that the house will be carbohydrate free when we go on the Atkins diet (Mrs B has spoken!). The sacrifices we make to maintain domestic tranquility 
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anyrose, one of our cats used to jump up on my lap and put her paw over my mouth if I started to whistle. Danged critics are everywhere!
In response to the OP (are we allowed to do this in MMP? stay on topic, I mean), Murray’s a cat. Cats are crazy. 'Nuff said. (If you want really crazy cat behaviour, check out Get Fuzzy.)
Not only did we experience wild weather up here last night; one poor fellow decided to die in a very odd way last night; or, more accurately, around 4:00 am this morning.
News reports indicate the fellow was driving on Snoqualmie Pass when he crashed his truck into a guardrail. After crashing into the guardrail, he exited his truck and was promptly struck by another fellow driving on the highway. Fellow number one died. Well, you might ask, what’s so odd about all that? The odd thing was, HE WAS NAKED! BUTT NAKED!! DRIVING HIS PICK-UP TRUCK ON A MOUNTAIN PASS WHERE IT’S SNOWING. In addition, news reports reported that, adding to the mystery of this poor fellow’s death, was the discovery of a dead dog on the scene of the accident site.
Okay, I’m sure there’s a very logical explanation for the dead dog, but I have to tell you, I’m sure thinking some WEIRD things.
This story is being reported on all our local news stations.
No doubt Murray is crazy. But she’s also sneaky. Ever since I wrote the OP, she’s not once opened a drawer. Just to be contrary, no doubt.
And Get Fuzzy is in my regular comic rotation - I love that strip!
Hey, I’ve got another mystery. A few weeks ago, the dashboard light that illuminated my speedometer needle and the numbers between 30 and 60 suddenly went dark. I wasn’t about to spend however many hundreds it would have cost to remove the dash and replace the light, so I dealt - there was enough light spilling over from other instruments that I could see my speed.
Then, Monday night, I noticed it was working again - needle and numbers. I didn’t do anything! Didn’t hit anything, didn’t jiggle anything, didn’t check any fuses… I can’t blame Murray, because she’s never been in the van, and has only been in the garage long enough for us to take her from the car into the house while she was in her carrier.
Maybe there’s something to that poltergeist thing… :dubious:
I’ve driven a pickup truck buck naked in the snow before.
There wasn’t a dog there though. . .
Okay, you enter a comment like this and don’t expand on the subject?! You do realize you are in the MMP where you will be hounded until you do, right? I’m sure Swampy and the others will be along directly to inform you that it is RULE here that you must share what is sure to be very interesting story.
<snerk>You said “hounded.”<snerk>
BTW, taters, was it a “weiner” dog?
I really need to check my e-mail more often. It’s been a couple of weeks since I looked in there. I mostly use my work address. When I click on the link, I get this:
No file exists at the address “/player/player.asp”. Which means, that even the on the Internet, one can’t find support for the Seahawks for Sunday.
Hey, it’s Welby. What more explanation do you need?
Dear-heart, just for you, I’ll post the link (which works by the way) right here for you. The link I sent you via e-mail was directly to the song, this link takes you to the Twisted Tunes website, scroll down and you’ll see the song My Hawks.
I enjoyed your cartoon by the way. I’m going to forward it to the lone traiter in my office who is rashly and proudly displaying his Steelers gear.
Do you have a mechanic you can trust? could be warning sign of an alternator that may go south within the next year; could be a wet fuse thing. Was it raining very hard that day?
It ain’t as interesting as the guy killed in Snoqualmie Pass, nor Welby driving nekkid in their pick’em up trucks, but I need to report something very strange that happened today.
Tomorrow is Feb 2nd, Groundhog Day, meaning that it’s the top dead center of winter. While taking Maddy the VunderDog out for her afternoon [del]loaf pinching[/del] walk, I spotted a cock robin on the fence behind Chez VunderBob. He was about 6 weeks early…
Uh no, welby does not get a pass on this. 'Splain yourself, welby. I’m tapping my foot waiting on you here.
Okay, okay, I’ll start with a little embarrassing story of my own. Many, many, many moons ago, while the hubby and I were still dating and living at home, we had a TRES embarrassing, nekkid experience. We were, uh…parked in a secluded location and had proceeded to the backseat of his car for extra-curricular activities. We were both, um, in a state of undress. We happened to glance up and noticed a car with a spotlight coming down the road. Ruh-roh, says I.
Okay, it’s winter and about 25 degrees out. The hubby (then boyfriend) jumped up to the front seat of the car, butt-nekkid and started to try and nonchalantly drive away. Meanwhile, I’m still in the backseat furiously trying to get my clothes back on. Well, of course we were stopped by the PO-LICE. It was just too odd to see a guy driving barechested down the road in the winter. Problem was, he wasn’t just bare-chested. He was NEKKID, as I’ve explained above. We were stopped, and all that was on his lap was his wallet. Of course the cops wanted to see his driver’s license. Of course he had lift his wallet up. Of course another cop car showed up. Now we have a bunch of cops standing around laughing at us. Yeah, good times. :o