My bathroom, not counting the 27 inches of tub, is 5 x 5.
Hugs to you and your wife. The end is never easy.
I hope that the grands are feeling better soonest.
You could leave both cats to sleep with him and you get some Zzzzzzzzzs in the guest room.
Messed around in the studio and have Sunday dinner ready. Such excitement!
Howdy Y’all! Great first Sunday with NP, followed by a very large and in charge Sunday brunch. Some of his friends showed up to support him on his first Sunday which I thought was super nice. They were hesitant about stayin’ to eat, but got talked into it and said they were glad they did. Heck, better than anything they could have gotten whilst on the road. We sat at a table with Gabe, my five year old homie (really like this kid!) and he taught us the right and proper way to eat first Sunday brunch. Take a bite of meat, then a bite of veggie, then a bite of bread, then a bite of dessert, and then a sip of your drink. Also, if you eat everything on your plate, you get extra dessert. Gabe has shown me the light!
Dicey glad that very nice woman got your package to you. How great of her to do this! There are decent folk about.
Cookie glad your package got found and delivered. Two for two in the MMP today! Hope Q’itih has a better day today.
JtC sound like a lot of fun at Jane’s House of Floozyness, Wacky Tobaccy and Quarterstaff Emporium.
VanGo does percussive maintenance mean you hit the garage door with sump’n whilst utterin’ bad words?
I forgot to add this. The biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. I know y’all worry.
At dinner I learned that when MIL says she loves seafood, that means she loves battered and fried shrimp (not steamed), battered and fried fish sticks, and fried catfish. No crab (which is what I made for supper) no salmon, no tuna steaks, no scallops, no lobster. Just a couple of battered and fried items.
So when I want fish, I’ll make her a grilled cheese sammich. Yeah, I’m unhappy with Ms I’ll-Eat-Anything. I really, truly hate seeing food wasted. If she’d just said she wouldn’t eat crab, I wouldn’t have put it on her plate. Dammit.
We got a little rain - barely enough to wet the sidewalk. Maybe a little more tonight, then none in the forecast till late Tues, maybe. But from Weds on we’re looking at low 80s, theoretically.
OK, back to my trashy novel. This particular author seems to think the natural reaction in a stressful situation is kissing. Because, yanno, when the bad guys are chasing you, nothing helps like a bit of tongue rasslin’… Like I said, trashy.
OK, back to my recliner.
swampy You guessed correctly. Many bad words.
cookie Hope things get better with the kitteh.
When I moved to northern Washington from L.A., I was excited for the seafood. A friend and I went to a seafood restaurant at the marina and… it was all brown. Scallops, oysters, shrimps, fish… all breaded and deep-fried. And the choice of fish at the supermarkets if pretty limited. 
Thanks for the good kitty wishes, all. She does seem to be a bit better today. After the scrambled egg, I gave her the usual Fancy Feast for lunch. It’s already diced up, but I took a sharp knife and really minced it for her. Seems to be holding so far. If she can keep food down and if the vet can give us something to soothe what I am assuming is osteoarthritis in her legs, she can still have some good time left. If the prognosis is not good, then we’ll deal with that appropriately.
Our housekeeper in AZ was twenty bucks an hour. Then we gave her a raise to 25 bucks an hour and she moved to TX. I thought that was a rather extreme reaction, if she had said something we would have taken the raise away. j/k she was tired of raising her grandkids and sold her home and left the adult kids to raise their own families.
Our housekeeper here charges twenty five an hour.
Our house is a little bigger than yours, but she can do the floors, bathrooms dusting and ceiling fans in about an hour an a half. There is no reason for her to do anything in the kitchen, both of us keep it clean enough to brew or make cheese as the mood strikes.
So, I think that your hobbit place would only take an hour to clean and just imagine how nice it is to come home to a clean place instead of stressing about finding time to do it yourself. If you can find the bucks, I seriously do recommend it.
You are so much smarter than I am…especially in the middle of the night!!!
As I’m the person who will be talking to the vet tomorrow (we always pick one of us to deal with things lest confusion happen with two bosses calling), Hubs told me to ask that the vet to charge us what the rescue gets charged for spays instead of what they charge the general public.
I really need to work on our communication skills. I thought that he would have assumed that the rescue would pay the bill, so I didn’t bother to tell him that part. Nope, he assumed that we would be paying for her because she was OUR cat now.
Once again, we learn what happens when we assume.
That just goes to show how much folks value him. It was good of you all to get them fed. Tell Gabe that when he’s a grown up, he can have desert first!
Oh, gosh, you are such a master of understatement!!!
Yeah, grilled cheese for her forevah!!!
I didn’t know what we wanted for dinner, so I whacked up some onions, garlic, mushrooms and chicken then sauteed the veggies before searing the chicken. Next I added a a cup of water, two cups of heavy cream, some peas and threw a handful of spices in and let it stew in the slow cooker for a couple of hours. It looked like it was lacking something, so I cut some potatoes into chunks and put them in half an hour ago. Dinner will happen in about half an hour from now. I think I’ll chop up some veggies for a salad. Hubs will eat anything I put in front of him and I haven’t fed him any leafy greens for a few days.
I bought a baby food grinder for fancy feast when one of ours was in her end days. She liked it when I ground up the meat out of a can of the stuff with gravy and then stirred the gravy in like marbled ice cream. T’was a messy PITA, but I’d do it again…
Today was our second Sunday with our new pastor. I think she is a good fit, when we voted on her she got 66 yes votes out of 70.
swampie, I hear there may be flooding coming to Florida and then Georgia. Is you area at all concerned?
I was tired from chopping wood yesterday, so I left it in the Cherokee. I was going to shift it to the back yard this morning, but SWMBO made me go to church. We went to mail our ballots (her car), and I noticed the Jeep’s windows were all fogged up. I didn’t feel like doing any work this afternoon, but I went out and shifted all of the tools (into the shed) and all of the wood (to in front of the woodshed). The Jeep’s front windows and its hatch are open. I’ll have to remember to close them tonight. I guess that softwood tree that was cut down a few days ago really was green!
CupCakes looks like Little Debbie’s will upgrade to a cat 1 hurricane before it makes landfall. It will be a tropical storm or depression by the time it gets this way. We should be in the outer bands which means rain and wind throughout the day tomorrow. I have no plans to go anywhere tomorrow so let it rain and rain and rain, I say! Folks to the east of me in Jawja and in coastal South Keerliner will get most of the rain, wind, storms, etc.
ETA: Hooray for your new Pastor. May y’all have many years together. NP and his wife are a lot closer to family here than they were in Virginia, so maybe that will be a part of the incentive to stick around. Plus, we’re all nice and such.
Torrential rains in bright sunlight? Welcome to N.C. I did my cleaning, changed the sheets, did 3 load of laundry, and had a short nap with Spot.
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And you all eat well!
Hi Cupcakes!! In the ‘eating well’ category, I am just back from a nice sit-down dinner at Longhorn Steak House, followed by a monster Butter Pecan waffle cone at a place I’ve never tried before (big serving, lots of pecans, blah taste). And good news on your new pastor, too; between you and swampy, looks like new pastor season is upon us.
Am currently watching some barges be pushed up the Mississippi River near Fort Madison, IA, as the trains have to stop due to the bridge being open. Thought about doing mowage tonight but between a very full belly and weariness from a couple hours of cycling, think it’ll wait a couple of days.
swampy, glad the trash can was not ignored; we worry about things like that. Glad NP seems to be working out.
That’s pretty much how I define it, usually with a hammer and a "G**D****.
cookie, good to hear the package was recovered. And hope Q’ilith is doing better.
JtC, suggest hubs ‘forgets’ his hearing aid tomorrow and lets you do all the taking with the vet (I see that is the plan).
FCM, I’m easy to feed; no seafood or Chinese or Pizza or heavy seasoning and I’m just fine… 
Grilled cheese will be great, even better with some ham inside it.
OK, that’s all I wrote and the bridge is back in place so the trains will be coming. If I don’t get back for any closing night remarks, take care and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
I keep wondering who owns the train cars? Coal goes out of the mine and empty cars go back but that doesn’t mean that the mine owns the cars. Are the coal shippers the ones who own the cars? Or the train company? This is not something I have ever thought about before and now that the question is in my head I must know the answer.
The drama is still happening here. Hubs brought in the little kitty carrier and put in my still unfinished room. GG thought it would be a good place to hide.
She left and he wasn’t sure that it was safe
But I finally convinced him to look around. (bonking him on the head with crinkle balls doesn’t count as abuse, does it?)
And…then she cycled into full warbling again. The poor dude is never going to trust me again.
‘Eating… Well?’
I just had half a cube steak, two over-easy eggs, some cheddar cheese, and a couple of slices of Muenster for dinner. I had an avocado mashed up with some salt and garlic powder, on buttered toast for breakfast.
I’m trying to lower salt on doctor’s orders, and it sucks.
Happy Sunday!
I cannot believe the week is over already!
Congrats Sticky
I have a lot of reading to do, which probably won’t get done
My son is on vacation this week, so I hope to get a bunch of stuff done. Although so far he has been a bit lazy so I don’t have much hope,
I have the dogs scheduled for daycare tomorrow and wanted to get a lot of running done, but Misiu has Shar Pei Fever today and may not be better by tomorrow.
I need to get an oil change. Not really, I think, but the message is on the display to change oil soon. The last change was in December, but I’ve only driven 3500 miles since then. I’m tired of looking at the message though, and wth does soon mean anyway?
The trash company hasn’t picked up the recycling for the last 4 weeks, so we may have to do a dump run to get rid of some cardboard.
I think I fixed my computer.
It’s had multiple problems.
One was not connecting to the internet. I found out that was from uploading stuff to the cloud, so I had to pause uploading until nighttime.
Then it was running very slow, so I had to update the adblocker.
Then ads started popping up all over the place, so I switched to a different adblocker.
Speaking of which, it has been years since I have seen any commercials. When did advertisers start putting ugly people in commercials?
The final problem was a lag with scrolling and typing. I looked up how to fix that and all of it was like ‘oh this is just so much bullshit’.
Then I remember that back in the olden days when that happened, I would flip over the keyboard and shake the crumbs out. So, I closed my laptop, flipped it over, gave it a good shake and
well,
don’t do that.
I have no idea what it did, but my computer went kind of crazy. I thought for sure I killed it. But I restarted it and played around with a few keys and now it’s working! And running quieter too.
But seriously, don’t do that.
I think I just got lucky.
S.M. told me I’d be out at 8:30.
By quarter after nine, I’d just about had it with the random being-hit-on (pro tip: don’t refer to the old ass woman making your food as “oh, baby guuurrrrl”) plus the various equipment malfunctions that will supposedly aaaaallllllll be fixed by Tuesday.
Oh, and we have a new hire.
{ skeptical snortle }
Even Sweet Manager who really is the embodiment of relentless positive optimism, referred to them as, “If they show up.”
So me, the living embodiment of, “Aw crap, what now?” isn’t super hopeful about our roster lightening up.
Finally, once I really had that “srsly imma outta here” expression, with an apologetic look and a whispered explanation that I could still be clocked in for it, S.M. asked me to go the Corner Sto’ with a fistful of cash, to get her cigarettes and a Dr. Pepper. (She’s from TX, too.)
She also wanted Cheetos, and that woman has some good karma still coming to her - I got her the last bag on the shelf and told her, it must’ve had her name on it & that I hoped it wasn’t smushed all to hell.
She was like, “I won’t care, it’ll still be delicious.”
I vent here, but I’d have quit a long time ago if I didn’t, deep down, really love where I work.
Into every customer service job, some inappropriateness will fall.
But I trust my crew to have my back - they know me.
Now, if my voice deepens from that sweet, lighthearted “I’m here to help!” sound into “the 
did you just say?” (without actually saying that) I know someone will notice, swivel their head, drop what they’re doing, and come check.
I know the story of the boy who cried “wolf!” and I’ve gotten into light trouble at this job for trying to fix XYZ myself instead of getting management, so if nothing else, when I say “plz HALPPP!” I do get almost immediate attention.