Going to be a grumpy day around here.
It’s a Doctor Who thing
Well, I’m about to venture forth in search of milk, tissues, and maybe some medicinal ice cream. 
Or perhaps some cough lozenges. I shall do my best not to breathe when in the presence of humans…
I’m watching The Wizard of Oz for the umpteenth time - “Hurry” Dorothy cries “the hourglass is almost empty!” Even at age 7 I asked the TV why she didn’t just turn the stoopit thing over.
I would go for it! Join Audible and listen to audio books while you cruise back and forth, or look for a bunch of podcasts you like. Given that traffic isn’t an issue, I would think as long as you view the commute as time to chill, rather than an annoyance, it would be fine!
So, some vile plague has descended on **Dark2Phoenix **and he was up all night with tummy rebellion, now also laid low by body aches. No fever though, so we are puzzled: food poisoning? tummy bug? delayed reaction to rich foods, combined with soreness from said all night rebellion and exhaustion? Urg, sometimes being overly analytical will make you crazy. I’m hoping hard for something non-contagious.
Meanwhile, I was up three times with the little one, to deal with a leaky pullup, then two rounds of sore throat.
At least I know the sore throat isn’t a virus - we mucked out the study yesterday so the nice man could fix our internets. It hadn’t been cleaned, dusted, or vacuumed in mumblemumble, and we removed more than a cup of dust, to judge by the vacuum. But of course a lot of dust just broke free to float about and cause surges of histamine in the susceptible family members.
Anyway, I’m exhausted, had to get up and pay bills/budget, which I hate, and now I get to do all my chores plus Dark2’s. :mad:
Afternoon all,
Was a Helpful today- the housemate has been leaving everything absolutely last minute regarding shopping, and had told me last night that she really needed to get everything done today… so at 2pm, realising the shops shut in 3 hours, I woke her up… I then spent the next three hours frantically driving round getting presents for all her family, finally getting the last one less than 5 minutes before the shops all shut.
I’ve got her to knit mittens for cousin’s babbeh, I reckon she owes me one… Found a really nice finger puppet for babbeh’s big bro, in a craft 'n toy shop less than 200 meters from the house. Don’t know why I didn’t think of there rather than going all over the city to mahoosive toy shops and fighting the seething hordes- they’re dead close, have really nice stuff, and are incredibly cheap, but anyway- that should be it, but Dad’s present has still not arrived, it has tomorrow morning, otherwise I’m going to have to get something else on the way… Wish me a fast postie!
I’m glad we only have to do this rubbish once a year.
Howdy Y’all! Home from deheathenization and a trip to :eek: The Maul!!! :eek: Actually it wasn’t to bad bravin’ :eek: The Mail. :eek: I found a close parkin’ space and managed to go into the two anchor stores I needed to go to without enterin’ :eek: The Maul :eek: proper. I’ve had me a hoagie sammich and some chips and am now in chill mode.
Nuts appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed for your dad’s present arrivin’ tomorrow.
ForbiddenSpice appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed that no vile plague has descended.
MOOOOOOM ice cream is always medicinal when one has the vile plague.
I’m really likin’ the term “vile plague.”
I have decided that I am in desparate need of a nappy poo.
Laterz!
Fruitcake in oven. Even being verrah tired, it’s hard to be cranky with the smell wafting through the house!
Best part is I put together a “kit” for making a second batch as I was measuring and chopping and all. So later this week I can make moar fruitcake with minimal effort!
Again, I double dog dare you. 
I just got off the phone with my mother. She has made the followin’ goodies:
Red Velvet Cake
Coconut Cake
German Chawklit Cake
Fried Apple Pies
Sweet N.O.T. Pie
Pee-Kahn Pie
Chawklit Chip Cookes
Oatmeal Raisin Cookies
Chawklit Fudge
Peanut Butter Fudge
Geez ma! Cuttin’ back this year?
**swampy **- how many folkses will your mom be hosting this year?? Yoiks!!
I’ve eaten yet more soup, and I just finished emptying and refilling the dishwasher and cleaning the cat box since I forgot to do it earlier. This afternoon has been a marathon sneeze-fest that has now turned into a cough-a-thon. ugh. I finished making a hat earlier, then started another - I’m not worried about germifying whoever gets them since I always launder my creations before I donate them. It’s rare that something I make doesn’t end up with some dog or cat spit on some of the yarn, since they think my hobby is their plaything. Idiot animals… :rolleyes:
And wouldn’t you know while I was at the store, I forgot to get cough drops and hot chocolate mix… 
I knew I shoulda made a list. Oh well… back to knitting…
Still a grumpy day.
I’d take it to the pit but I’m too fed up and angry to even post it there.
MOOOOOOM there’ll be sixteen for dindin but others will come and go durin’ the festivities of the day so all totaled around twenty-five. My mother is a bakeoholic. Seriously. She cannot like bake a cake or a pie. It’s at least one of each and that’s just on a normal ordinary day. Oh and do not ever suggest she use a store boughten crust. The horror! :eek:
ETA: {{{sari}}}
I googled “nappy poo” just to see what I would get. It wasn’t pretty. :eek: 
We don’t have cats, we have miniature mountain goats.
We don’t have two cats, we have one cat and one pig.
We don’t have cats. We have the walking pile of fur, the old bastard, and the wallflower.
What? No rum balls?
My sweet, innocent, lil’ ol’ southern mama once asked the manager at a local grocery store in ye olde hometowne where she could find the rum because she needed a small bottle of it to make a glaze for a pound cake. 
Understand that, in Jawja, one cannot buy distilled spirits in a supermarket. Beer and wine yes. Go figure. So, no, no rum balls. In order to make said glaze she called me (this was a long, long time ago when I still lived there) and asked me to go to the liquor sto’ to get her some rum. I got miles out of that!