Why not? I have breakfast for dinner all the time. Meal swaps are all good.
After buying tires I went to Costco and bought, among many other things, a tiramisu cake.
You may now envy me. 
Middlebro had a period of about a decade during which I couldn’t do anything right (well, not me personally, anybody from our family). One of the things which eventually changed his mind was coming over to visit and drinking this strange milk I had: the lactose in it had been broken up through the adition of lactase, so it tasted like you’d already put sugar in it, but other than that it was good… and for the first time in years, his tummy calmed down!
This is the same brother who spent some 7 years with a 3x2 Tente piece (think Lego lookalike) in his stomach; turns out the digestive problems he’d developed in college were the same ones I’d developed in my late 30s, lactose intolerance.
Oh, and don’t bother with “lactose free yoghurt”. I mean, if they happen the ones you like, be my guest, but yoghurt is lactose free by definition. That kind of labels are a pet peeve of mine: “lactose free yoghurt”, “fat-free breakfast cereal”… amazing how something can be both true and completely misleading.
Monday: went to check out the new paint in my flat (looks great), took Mom market-studying for my new fridge, she detected a half-price roomba-lookalike which I bought (she’s been wanting one, for herself or by proxy, since her sister got one), took her to a Wok restaurant. Pursued the gas people (the cabinetmakers discovered a problem with the gas instalation in my kitchen… two weeks ago!).
Tuesday: national holiday. We ate tapas. I missed a couple of job-related calls but figured whatever.
Wednesday: pursued the gas people some more, managed to nail them down, got a phone interview.
Today: going to the RAM, a sort of Nerds’R’Us yearly retreat. Well, it’s not supposed to be Nerds’R’Us, but the Non-nerds complain that we have an overwhelmingly nerdy membership. One of the activities is a visit at a cyclotron: the 30 spots were already taken within 30’ of the email saying “ok, you can sign up now” being sent out 
I’m wearing my “I’m not weird, I’m gifted” tee.
I may or may not have a final interview for the job for which I interviewed yesterday. If I’m in, I have to fly off on Tuesday…
(RAM: Mensa yearly meeting)
Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday: RAM. Coming back on Sunday, missing the farewell lunch (dagnabit, and that Brazilian-Italian restaurant sounded good…)
Monday: must wake up sometime around ridiculous a.m. to drive to my flat… the gas tech is coming first thing in the morning! Woohoo! After only two weeks!
The gas company has an ad campaign for their maintenance program where a kid “sometimes sees techs” - maybe I should have borrowed the Nephew, to see if his presence attracted the tech?
rosie, it’s mole: no tilde, and the stress goes on the first syllable (for those who study Spanish: stress on the syllable before last, ends in a vowel -> no tilde)
Nava - I had no idea you were an M, like me! In the US, it’s called an AG (the local, almost weekly, versions are RGs) Periodically, the IG is in the US - let me know if you’re ever attending one here - I’ll make a point of being there myself.
Unless it’s different in French and in Spanish this accent: é is an accent aigu. This is a tilde: ~ </nitpick*>
*unless French and Spanish are massively more different than I thought.
Accent aigu is what the ´is called in French. Acento agudo, acento or tilde is what the ´ is called in Spanish; we only say the agudo when we’re talking about languages which use more than one, such as French or Catalan (`acento grave; ^acento circumflejo). I’ve had many Anglos call the ´a tilde and get on a very prim-sounding soapbox to explain that an accent is not an ortographic symbol but a certain way of pronouncing, so I call it a tilde; yes, many people appear to have issues with the whole concept of polysemia (I mean, just roam over to GQ, where the question of “why do we call Evolution a Theory” has just cropped up… again). Don’t get me started on how difficult it can be to get Anglos to understand that something is not an N but an Ñ.
Just woke to wild thundery weather. The sky outside my window was flashing green, the red. My daughter is bed with me and saw it too. What was that???
Gay Pride Day in the Sky? (hey, it kind of rhymes)
It’s the aurora borealis soapy, and it’s magical! Lucky you and your daughter!
I once saw the aurora, but much dimmer. This was blood red and deep green! How amazing! The wind was howling and it had just been thundering so it was extremely eerie. the aurora, so bright. Wow.
I’ll never forget it!
I once saw a lightning strike on a power line, and the flashover was florescent green. There was also the ugliest sounding hum-buzz that I ever heard for sound effect.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis a chilly 33 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of only 57 for the day. Plus we have a FREEZE WARNING!!!111ZOMG!!!111 in effect until eleven a.m. Seriously, the weather alert reads just like that.
Wow, all this French talkin’! If Gomez had had enough caffiene already his head would explode!
Ok, all you scheduled for surgeries etc. hope everything goes well. Take your meds!
Hugs for the sickies, those with bad haircuts, and everything else in between.
I read much but retained little. The brain cells are not rubbin’ together very well at the moment.
Now I must seek more caffiene and the feedin’ of rumbly tummy must also happen. Then, alas, irk purtification shall commence. Le Sigh.
Happy Day Before Firday Y’all!
Boy were we spoiled all these years. The little old lady next door lived there for all of the years that we’ve lived here. Since putting her in a nursing home and her having since passed on, we’ve now got LOUD new neighbors. They have some gigantic Dodge truck that is a diesel and now that it’s getting cold out they warm it up every morning. I swear it sounds like an airplane! :rolleyes: Oh well, I guess 33 years of quiet neighbors was a good run.
Today is my last day of class for the semester. Yay!!!
Morning, all. Gnat goes to nursery school this afternoon, and then to visit Mr. Lissar’s dad and stepmom in Niagara. We’re going with TomKitten on Saturday morning. The house will be eerily quiet from 12:30 today until we arrive in Niagara on Saturday.
I’m looking forward to it.
I love it when the sky turns odd colors. It sends a shiver down my spine.
Good that you get a short break from the kid, LiLi!
Must go to bed at a decent time this morning. Crossing appropriate appendages for a non-slamming morning. I’ll put in a good cross for more quiet revving Sticky. Been there, done that!
This afternoon I get to go over financial stuff with my financial guy. It’s gonna be icky and awkward since we have to figure out what’s going to happen now that I’m deciding between switching careers, something related, or finding a new one.
Jealous of the Aurora Borealis Soapy. That should be checked off my list sometime soon. You Tubed wonders don’t count.
Everybody have the best day possible. It seems we’ve a few hurdles stalking us and there’s safety in numbers. George; look out for that treee!
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After buying tires I went to Costco and bought, among many other things, a tiramisu cake.
You may now envy me. 
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Yes, I envy, but not due to tiramisu. We do need new tires for the truck.
Just occurred to me that I better change the furnace filters soon as they require much overhead reaching and ladder-climbing that will be off my post-op menu.
I’m just hoping that I’ll be able to ride rollercoasters again. The only cautions I’ve seen so far for disk replacements are that extreme weightlifting may over-stress the hardware.
Must have been some solar flare for the Aurora to be visible in Connecticut. I’ve never seen one in person, but I would love to.
It’s so funny you should mention furnace filter changing, gotti.
Last week while I was gone, my husband decided to finally change our furnance filter, and like yours, it requires at least a tall step stool or a ladder to get to it.
Our furnance is in the garage, and my rig is always parked in front of it. Can you see where this is going yet?
My husband, instead of using the step stool on the other side of my Expedition, or even the small ladder that was right next to the furnace, opted to use a bucket. The bucket tipped with him on in and he fell, onto the hood of my Expedition, putting a dent in it with his elbow. :rolleyes: Did he learn his lesson? Of course not; he’s a man!
Since he fell before he could actually swap out the filter, got up on the bucket, again, and once again, it teetered and he fell. This time he landed sideways on top of the shop vac and is all black and blue on his side.
He did manage to change the filter. My hood now has an elbow dent in it and my deductible is probably more than it would cost to fix it. However, with Christmas coming, I really don’t want to get it fixed until we buy presents and pay bills.
I saw one once about 8 years ago when my daughter was in Kindergarten. Her girl scout troop was over (I was the leader) and the aurora was dimly shimmering out our back yard. It was faint, but pretty.
This, last night, was like lightening behind a thick cloud cover. The whole part of the sky lit up. First bright fluorescent green and then pulses of red.
FREAKED ME OUT! I had no idea what was going on, I was sleepy and it was 2:30 in the morning!
Still not sure what it was, for sure!