Fifteen two, fifteen four, fifteen six, fifteen eight, three of a kind for fourteen and I do believe you for got to count the jack, so knobs for fifteen. Now that’s a hand.
Under no circumstances does Lissla get to have another husband until I at least have a date! Are we clear on this? Good.
So, anybody discover a single, straight brother, son, father, uncle, cousin, friend or passing acquaintance since I last asked? Just checking, no pressure. You all are just my last hope for any type of happiness and companionship in my life, but don’t sweat it, I’m sure someone will turn up. Probably fall in love with one of you though, or have a mid-life revelation and decide swampy’s more his type, but that’s okay. I’ll just wait here and see what happens, all by myself. Alone. In the rain. (I belong to the Eeyore school of dating).
For those keeping track, there have been no nettles in the air conditioner filter today. The boat is cool and comfy. The cat is licking FCD’s thumb and fingers - that’s one weird cat.
We’re down to our last 11 nights on the boat before living on dry land again. YAY!
FCM, we have a weird cat too. He likes to lick our faces and hands. I think he thinks he’s a dog.
Before our current cat (Mr. Peepers) we had a cat that was apparently taken away from his mother too soon. I’d wake up in the middle of the night and he would be sucking on my neck. He was very weird. He also really disliked a friend we had back then. He wasn’t overt about it, but you could tell. He would wait until the friend got settled in a chair, jump on lap, wait a few minutes, then let out the stinkiest fart and run like the dickens. The cat ONLY did that to this particular fellow.
I don’t have AC, however, the house stays relatively cool. I have mainly south and north facing windows, so that helps immensely.
We’re fixing to go camping day after tomorrow. It should be fun. I’m looking forward to it. We’ll be camping up at Lake Kachees and it’s in the mountains. It’s supposed to in the 80s to low 90s, so that will make it even nicer.
Sheesh, lucky you. Whenever Itry to write in Lawyerese, I get accused of being on (or off) ‘medications’. The monitor looks like it barfed up a thesaurus written by Timothy Leary in one of his far less lucid moments.
Think I’ll go play double solitaire with a couple of tarot decks.
Hey me too! The camping part, not the “camping at a cool place” part. My brother called last night and asked if I wanted to go to his “land” with Soupo Friday night. I said “sure”, so we’re camping in the coupla acres he has to build his cabin in next year. Actually he’s not going to build it so much as pay a bunch of Amish guys to put it together. But it’ll still be cool.
There’s trees all around, and a creek at one end. For an overnight jobbie with Soupo, it should be pretty OK since we get to make a fire. We might even go over to a nearby lake and go swimming. Or not. Just have to see.
We will be right on the lake and there are some very rustic cabins. We’ll be able to stay in one of the cabins for the first night, but after that we have to sleep in the tent. I don’t know if we’ll be able to build a fire because it has been relatively dry here. Although it will be exceptionally warm, even up there, the lake is cold. It is glacier fed. People swim in it, but when we water ski we wear wet suits because it is so cold. We all swim by the shore in our bathing suits, but it certainly isn’t as warm as some of our lowland lakes.
I am hoping that we DO get to build a fire because one our lake activities is to line up cans on a log, sit in our chairs, and shoot the cans with our BB guns. I know, I know, rather simple entertainment, but it’s fun up there anyway.
The dog gets to go stay with MIL. He would love it up at the lake, but dogs aren’t allowed as it is private property. He loves his grandma and she loves him, so he should be alright.
I need to get cracking and make my list and start packing as we are heading out early in the a.m. I still have to shop for some stuff such as beer, hamburger and hot dog buns, and few other items. Most importantly, I’ll need to buy some bug spray.
Taters, You should buy a bag of them little green army mens. They are lots of fun to shoot at plus you can take turns hiding them and see who can find them all. Or am I being totally not PC? :eek:
I thought it was funny. However, since the cans are a “safe” distance away, it would be nigh impossible to see the little green army guys. Especially since we tend to do this at night by firelight or lantern light. That reminds me, I need to buy some more BBs. Another thing to add to the list.
Mr. Taters has decided he wants to purchase a pair of water skis. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :dubious: Like we REALLY need those…we don’t even own a stinkin’ boat. He want a pair of skis to ski on at the lake this weekend. Our friends only have a single ski and Mr. Taters doesn’t ski enough to feel totally comfortable on one ski.
Well, I need to finish checking my camping stock and head on out to the store.
Hey y’all. I still got nuttin’ to add to this except when I was a kid, I had a BB gun. I used to shoot at mailboxes with it. So did my friends. We were shining examples of juvenile delinquents. We also liked setting tin cans up and shooting them. We never shot the little green army men, although now that Puggy has mentioned it I want to real bad.
Nothing to add here 'cept I missed my three year 'niversary earlier this month. Whee!
And this is my 7,000[sup]th[/sup] post, not counting the 900-something I lost to the WoOMC. Double Whee! I was saving it for this thread where I don’t have to say anything deep or meaningful. In fact it would be cause for suscpicion if I did.
What can I say, it’s been a miserable month so far. There’s got to be something cheery every now and then. Like for instance the torrential rains have stopped here and now we have blazing heat and humidity again. Hooray!
Yes, really. But the real question is, who among us, after the neighbor’s dogs had pulled the turkey off the table and licked it, would still try to figure out a way to cut off just the right amount of turkey to get rid of the dog germs and still have enough meat left for dinner?
Congrats on your 7000th post Shibb (impressive)
(and btw, It’s nice to have you back)
I’m packing for the beach, me and my bestest, dearest friend leave tomorrow after work–head straight to Destin and woo hoo–party time! I also plan to do some major chillin’ on the beach which will involve Jose’ and some limes.
Kally, I’d have to say we’d wash it off and start carving.
Howdy! I’m back, sorta. See, I decided to pull a muscle in my back when I was working out at the gym (beware the sit and twist to the sides machine) and it hurt too much to sit up in my super uncomfortable desk chair and contribute all of my usual hilarity and insight and general wonderfulness.
But now it doesn’t hurt so much so I came here and now I’m posting and wondering if FairyChatMom’s husband had been eating olives perhaps. Because my cats loooove olives, green especially, and go bananas with the hand licking if I eat an olive, green especially, with my hands and don’t go wash extremely well right after eating an olive, green especially.
Also, in my classroom I’m still finding macrame supplies and I’ve been in that room for ten years and sprayed and put out traps when I first moved in. I think the clunky wood beads come in as eggs in cardboard. I don’t even want to know where the owls with googly eyes and burnt orange mushrooms come from.
Ow, I’m gonna go and lie down now. Stupid bendy machine.
Earthy, have a great time. Hope your weather is as good as mine was. The Princess Without A Country[sup]TM[/sup] is leaving today for Jamaica so I’m sending out major Puggy vibes for sun and fun!
Ashes, don’t it make ya mad when you hurt yourself trying to improve your body? :mad: Hope ya feel better soon.
Ashes [sup]2[/sup] sorry bout the owie. Would a couple of cabana boys, some Ben & Jerry’s and some nice fluffy pillows make it all better?
I’ve been signing checks. Lots of checks. Heaps of checks. Tons o’ checks. And there’s more to come. My lil ol’ lefty hand hurts. I need a couple of burly men to rub my wrist and make it all better.
Oh, and I was mean again. Somebody wanted to be all huffy about her check not being signed yet, as I was sitting there with a big pile of fresh off the printer checks in front of me. I asked her for her name. I rifled through the checks, pulled hers out and set it aside to sign last right in front of her. I reminded her that acting ugly gets ugly acting in return. Funny thing was, if she’d kept her mouth shut, her’s woulda been the second one I signed instead of the last. I’m such a stinker.
Swampy! You big ol’ meanie you! I jest, of course. I react the same way you did. When will people learn that a little honey goes a lot further than vinegar? Well, that works most of the time. Sometimes you just gotta turn on your “devil voice” and scare the bejeesus outta whoever is being stupid.
I have also found that a quiet, but VERY firm voice works. I smile sweetly, but underneath all that velvet is steel, and it comes across too.
Well, we’re leaving shortly for our camping trip. I need to throw the last of the stuff in the Explorer and then we’re golden. Hubby is dropping Cap’n, our wonderful dog, off at MIL’s place and the cat is just fine on his own for a couple of days. We have neighbors that will check on him.
Ooh, ooh, I almost forgot. I don’t even start my new job until Monday and I already have received e-mail about a meeting scheduled for THIS week. I had to gracefully and respectfully decline the opportunity to attend as I will be up at the lake turning golden and water skiing. I explained to the new boss that this had been in the works for quite awhile. His response, to a word, “Fine. I understand. Enjoy your vacation.” Hmmm, was that terse? Or is he just short and to the point? I hope it’s the latter, but I remember him as being the former. Sigh…it’s a raise, it’s a raise, it’s a raise…I have to keep remembering that. To be fair, I need to give it a few months there. After all, he took a chance on me, I’ll return the favor.
Now that’s a hand.
We also liked setting tin cans up and shooting them. We never shot the little green army men, although now that Puggy has mentioned it I want to real bad.