Hugs for you, Pie and for your Dad, too. Hope everything clears up quickly so he can get the heck out of the hospital.
I’ve been to the park to finish planning holiday decorations and then to work to do some QA on an emergency update we need to put in one of our systems.
Now I’m just gonna chill for a while and knit, then maybe do some laundry and organizing. Tomorrow is going to be a big gardening day…
Happy Saturday and continued hugs to all…
GT
CutiePie at least dad’s in the right place to find out what’s wrong. I’ll keep him and you in my thoughts and prayers.
LiLi next time you’re at (in?) Carrot Common, yell out who’s up for a double bacon cheeseburger, then pull one out and start munchin’ away. It’ll be hours of entertainment. 
It’s coolish today. Supposed to be rainy in a while. We swiped General Tso’s dindin.
Awesome. Unofficial Roommate got a firm letter telling him to either sign a lease or ship out. Now he and Official Roommate are having a fight which may or may not be a breakup fight as well.
Me? I’m realizing how refreshing it is to have roommates fighting and knowing that you won’t be called in to referee. Odd reaction, I know, but I got tired of being dragged into every fight back at the House in Pirateville.
I got to work with the new girl at work today. She’s pretty cool and lives down the street from me! I was unprepared for training today, but I’ll put her through the steps tomorrow. It’ll give me a firmer grasp on the intricacies of morning shift as well.
{{{{{Pie & PieDad}}}}} and {{{{{Lissars}}}}}
My work is on Facebook.
I do not know how to react to this.
is ignoring the fact that she met five of the seven people on her local FB filter at work
will not become a fan
I’m grumpy.
Canes won. a lady I know had a dream about me:A cult skinned me.:eek: Why is it when women dream about me, it always involve violence against me?
{{{{Pie and Piedad}}}}
Good luck, Dotty!
Huh. This is how I started out the week, isn’t it? :dubious:
So you’re a dwarf?
Carrot must be the least grumpy person I’ve ever heard of… oh wait he’s not real… well, yes, but not real-real…
Skipped French on Friday because I wasn’t up for it at all. At lunchtime I wasn’t even hungry, just dead tired, so I got into bed thinking “I’ll rest a bit and then eat.” Ate a yoghurt with blackberry jam at 5am yesterday, “a bit”. Skipped the first day of the professional shinding (at least I hadn’t paid for it beforehand, us students couldn’t), will skip the second. Opened up my emergency pot of premade tomato sauce to put on some spinach-filled fresh pasta (Buitoni, eh, I’m no LiLi!): since the sauce has floaty bits of green and white and red stuff (huh, very eye-talian), the complete dish may even count as a whole 1-a-day 
Used the times when I was somewhat awake to do some schoolwork and post here. Didn’t call Mom, so I guess I will today: she’s going to Hell Minoris on Tuesday, because Grandma may or may not be getting some colon cancer operated. Given that she’s just turned 96, it’s possible that she’ll just get the same chemo Gramps has been on for a couple of years. We’ll see.
Pie, I know this isn’t much consolation and there are probably as many times when you feel like smacking PieDad as times you’re worried shitless for him, but hey, at least the doctors sound good!
{{{{{{{{{{Cookie-less Gnat}}}}}}}}}}} and family. That Carrot place sounds like I’d feel tempted to wear leather on purpose.
I’m in the midst of a stereotypical homeowner’s nightmare emergency.
“Why do I hear running water? Is the hose on?”
Nope. Water hose is shut off, but the sound is louder, and it’s coming from one of the foundation vents. Sonovabitch.
I went inside to get a hat that has a handy hat-brim light attached (keeps my hands free) and went under the house. Bubbling up out of the sand is a fountain of water about 2 inches high. :mad: I stuck my hand in the pool, felt the jet, and located the pipe and break. I could plug it with my finger, so the break isn’t too bad; I can probably do the repair with a pipe clamp and some epoxy, or splice a new section of PVC in. It’s not a biggie in general, but it is:
Guess who will be at Lowe’s when they open at 8 AM… :mad:
Yay for SmartiePants!
Boo for PieDad - but he is where they can treat him and that;s a good thing.
I don’t want to go to carrot town.
Water leaks suck.
My day:
My foot feels better, (It’s been swollen for a week, and hurts on top. Doc says it’s not serious and prescribed diuretics.) So we went to Trader’s Village for a chili cook-off, and ate ten different kinds of chili that were nasty! One was sweet (?), one was too smoky, one was probably scorched on the bottom and moved to another pot, one had too much cloves (Bwah?) and the others were just meh. It was cold and drizzly, but we were together and that was nice!
I woke up to Blaze horking in the middle of the night, as well as Ernie guarding something under the bed and growling. When I woke up this morning, somebody (maybe Blaze or Ernie) had pooped liquid shit in the hallway. And to top everything off, Lucy horked her breakfast while I was eating mine! Io twas nice to get away! (Mr Rebo shampooed the carpets, bless his heart.)
I’m up really late cause Dad sat on his remote and it took an hour to figure out how he had set parental control for all his channels. AT&T U=Verse absolutely rocks and is very patient with inebriated customers.
Happy Sunday, y’all!
Back to bed. It’ll be weird going to buy plumbing supplies and a little shovel.
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
I’m so glad that I live in a place where my roommates can have a fight and I don’t have to worry that I’ll be called in to referee. I’m not glad that Official Roommate somehow gave herself a concussion last night. Fortunately Unofficial came back to get her, along with her mom who is a nurse and can keep an eye on her. Me, I just looked in to make sure everything was okay and went back to bed once I saw it was all under control. My alarm goes off at 5:45 and I have to work today. Does that make me a bad person, or just one who knows when to back off?
Sometimes the best thing to do is back off. What would make you a bad person would have been if you’d pointed and laughed.
Or better yet, a fur coat! :eek:
Why can’t it be both?
Seriously, hell no you’re not a bad person. I know you’ll keep feeling like you really have to engage in these kinds of situations for a while, but it really isn’t your business, and you do not have to intervene.
Sometimes I wake up grumpy in the morning.
Sometimes I just let her sleep…
Wishes for a speedy recovery to your dad. You’ll know he’s recovered enough when you feel you can safely apply a wet trout upside his head for the fool way he handled getting to the hospital…
In honor of ending the week the way you started it :p, may I suggest a return to the OP… How about some Mangled Quotations?
“I think, therefore I am dangerous.”
“Veni, Vidi, Versaci” (I came, I saw, I shopped)
“Too many kooks spoil the brothel.”
Carry on… 
C-R-A-P. He called and asked me to bring his wallet so the doc who was doing the endoscopy would have extra info about his gastric bypass. I just got here and they’ve already taken him for the procedure. I’m sure that the doctor must have done endos on people with a gb before, however, my dad would have been more at ease if I would have made it here on time.
CutiePie hang in there.
In the meantime, to help you out with the grumps…
Why did the chewing gum cross the road?
It was stuck to the leg of a chicken !!!
Why do gorillas have big nostrils?
Because they have big fingers
Did you hear about the dyslexic Satanist?
He sold his soul to Santa
What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A nervous wreck.
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Control freak, now you say “Control freak who?”
How many engineers does it take to change a light bulb?
None, they just define darkness as the new industry standard.
Two cannibals are talking. One says “I don’t like my mother-in-law.”
The other cannibal says…
“So just eat the noodles.”
Thank You! I’ll be here all week! Try the beef!
Off to Lowe’s…
BBBobbio that’s what homes are for. They shelter us from the heat and cold and in return we get to spend money keepin’ ‘em from fallin’ down. At least it sounds like a relatively cheap fix. Maybe that’s your house’s way of lettin’ you know it likes you.
Ok, brekkied and purtified for churchification. We partnered with two other people to provide a TDay basket for a family of fifteen. Altogether, St. Pat’s is doin’ baskets for fifteen families. That ain’t too shabby considerin’ we are a wee little church. Thus, there are bunches of veggies, bread, cranberry sauce, a huuuuuuuuuuuge bag of N.O.T. and some boxes of mac & cheese to take this mornin’. The two others are providin’ the turkey, fruits and desserts, plus some staple stuff which is always a good thing. Oh and this is Christ The King Sunday (the end of the Church Liturgical Year) so Priest has decided it shall be a big whoop-de-doo complete with incense, solemn processions and the like. This means a service of about two hours, which is a long time to keep Whiskypalians herded.
Spaz the situation was under control. You done good askin’ if everything was ok and knowin’ it was under control backin’ off. I say this was a situation where the best thing to do is let those who knew what they were doin’ handle things. You get a gold *****.