Without reference to my actual co-pilots on Sun, who were both great, Murphy was definitely our co-pilot on this day. Hey, that’d make a pretty good bumper sticker:
Murphy is my Co-pilot
My max workday (subject to lots of fine print) is 16 hours. We had 10 whole minutes (Woot!) of slack when we passed through the last gate where legality is reckoned.
That was their fault. They failed to protect the patient from damage while under anesthesia. They are frightened for their jobs or savings because of lawsuits and they are wrongly projecting the blame onto you.
I’d be more than happy to come and cane some people for you. Jerks.
I hope they are right and that you will start seeing better soon.
It doesn’t, but my only other clean “cleaning out a shed” shirts were red. I was almost 100% sure that there wasn’t a ravenous pack of starving vampires in there, but why chance an ignominious Star Trek death?
Cats are jerks.
It’s possible she is a jerk with arthritis and covering hurts her joints. Do you have room for a litter robot? They have a bigger footprint than a litter box, but they will cover and scoop after each use which really cuts down on the smell.
Raised planter beds rock! Do you have a plan for plants or are you going to do what I do and just buy whatever catches your eye without any research or knowledge of the plants in your cart?
I hope you have a great time with your sister!
Good luck with the finals God Bod. I hope you can get all of the classes you want and nothing you don’t want.
When I was a kid, we had to memorize a poem that said something about the “fog moving in on silent cats feet.” That gave me the giggles every time I was supposed to recite it.
It is! Really close now! You can do this!
I was really surprised how much of a difference having a proper sized recliner made for me. I hope you are able to get some better rest now.
If I’m cleaning out a possibly-zombie-infested shed, I guarantee “is this shirt clean” ain’t on my list of shit to worry about.
(Does it look hawt with the makeup I’m wearing during an apocalypse? Now that’s something to worry about!)
Nice boat Mom, though you can keep your busy Western Shore waters. I’ll be playing around in the Pocomoke.
I remembered it to, and found it–Fog, by Carl Sandberg Fog by Carl Sandburg | Poetry Foundation
2Gig!!! Long time!!! {tacklehug}
Now off to the shower room and then watch some basketball.
Oh mannn. Not cool. I hope they get it figured out. Worst case, they’ll have to repeat. I had to have my eyes re-done, and it sucked, but they’ve been fine since then. I’m sorry you’re having to wade through this.
2gig!! Good to see you!!! Come back and play when you can.
In today’s wacky news from Sunny, I have cracked a tooth and will be getting a root canal tomorrow. Also, I hate summer and will be joining the reverse snowbird migration just as soon as possible.
In further wacky news, I watched a YouTube about a guinea pig the other night. Zorro (my son’s Very Small Dog) has been sleeping with me while they are all gone. Somehow those two items conflated into a guinea pig running all over me while I was trying to sleep. It was oddly soothing…
Hubs and the sunbeams are home tomorrow. I’m just about ready for that. Maybe 1-2 more days to really miss them A LOT, that would be good. 
Take care everyone!
It’s so good to hang with fellow geezers…we get stuff like this, LOL!!!
You’ve probably never eaten them because you don’t know anyone with a tree. They don’t keep longer than a couple of days, so can’t be found in stores.
They are good, kinda tangy sweet. They look like little blackberries and the birds have already found them. I’m hoping the Kinglets will find them when next they migrate through, the tree is in the perfect place for me to watch the crown for the next couple of years.
Yanno what was the funniest part of it? It took forever to schedule because everyone who heard about the Shed of Mystery would drive by it and then demand to be at the opening.
I felt more like Nancy Drew when I found it. The Board of Decades Past didn’t have a plan for passing on information and a lot was lost over the years. I’m finding it, but it is taking time because I don’t feel like going all the way into Prescott and searching the old Book(s) of Records.
I’m sorry for your ER time today, how very scary. Prayers continue flying in your direction.
That’s also a very valid concern, who wants zombies going around talking about how horrible their last meal looked. Besides…what if it was vampires? Ya wanna look good for your eternal undeath.
How wonderful is that! Both the fabulous kit and the fact that you found it just when you wanted it.
Good pics. I sure get you about fretting as they are moving something so precious and pricey as your boat. I would have fretted with you!
It is very good of you to keep us properly informed of such things!
Oh, I was originally just trying to poke fun at how chicks in zombie apocalypse flicks always seem to have the most perfect hair and makeup.
“Oh noes, I’m fleeing for my life! Good thing my eyeshadow is on point, beeyotches!”
However, your vampire/eternal undead comment raises a valid question, and a new anxiety about which to worry.
Beyond “wear clean undies in case you’re in an accident and a nurse has to see you” … behold the new worry: “your eyeliner better be even 'cuz that’s how you’ll appear FOREVER muah-hah-haaahhh!”
We got our first place cheap because the husband had a heart attack and the paramedics splattered blood on a wall while they were doing their thing. The husband died at the hospital, but out this way…nobody dies until they are pronounced dead by a doctor so it is very possible he died in our old place.
But, but, but…what if ghosts were real? We had cats that would startle at nothing and suddenly run under the bed or into the catio, what were they running from?
What if the husband came back and thought I was a slob because I had left a few dishes in the sink? What if he was watching me when I got up to pee?
Yeah, I’ve got a lot of practice about worrying about that sort of stoopid shit.
Of course, I got into the habit of wearing clothes to bed and at least rinsing out the coffee cups before leaving in the morning.
Well I wanted to go home tonight on time but some toolbox decided to ram a U-Haul outside the White House so here I sit….
That seriously sucks. I’ve never heard anything nice about D.C. traffic in the best of times. I hope you get some sleep time when you get home.
8am Dr appointment of course.
Oh yeah, the only thing that would make it better is if you had to get fasting blood work first.
Please don’t tell me this is another stoopit pseudo-terrorist thang … I don’t have the energy, and besides, a very close friend of mine is in the W.H. press corps, and having sent her care packages when she was covering the Iraq and Afghan wars I somehow worry more about her now that she’s living in 'Murrica.
Also, living in Virginia so she can commute to D.C. her rent is mind-boggling stoopit.
She mentioned an appliance she wanted and I offhand replied that it was more than my month’s rent.
She told me she rents, and I quote, “the crappiest house in the neighborhood” (shitty carpeting, little lighting/windows) and one month for her is a quarter year for me.
Granted, I live in the local version of the 'hood, so her version of crappy may still be a palace compared to my local streets.
But, still …
And of course there was a Nazi flag.
Thanks everyone and Good Night!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
Joy. But welcome back!
Morning, mumpers! I fully intended to post yesterday but never got round to it, mainly due to irk stuff. I had to be on campus yesterday for an event which really didn’t have any relevance to me or my job but attendance is expected at such things so I’ve wasted a WFH day going to campus instead.
Today I’m at home, it’s 12c/53f with a predicted high of 18c/64f, and cloudy. Weather app says “Just remember, every silver lining has a fucking cloud” which sums up my day as the first thing in my inbox is a summons to a 1pm staff meeting for which I am expected to take minutes. Bah! And weather app is quite right, itsi cloudy out there.
Cat Glove don’t know what version of nursery rhymes you grew up with, but mine says:
"Half a pound of tuppeny rice,
Half a pound of treacle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the City Road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel."
2Gig great to see you, even if circumstances aren’t great! Stay around for a bit this time!!
Moooom boat looks very good, I hope you have many good times sailing around 
Yanker I am sorry to hear about the eye woes, I hope there is recovery and improvement. I have one eye that functions pretty well and one that sees very little so although I’m not registered disabled/partially sighted, I could probably go down that route if I wanted to. It’s never bothered me sufficiently to do that, I am perfectly fine with what vision I have, just take extra care of the good eye!
On the subject of weather, we have a bunch of weather-guessers who are generally good and fairly accurate. When it comes to snow, there is always a dire prediction of much white stuff when in reality we usually get very little, although it’s a well known fact that just a couple of flakes on the ground will bring the country to a grinding halt.
Then there’s the infamous Michael Fish weather forecast of 1987…" A few hours before the Great Storm of 1987 broke, on 15 October 1987, he said during a forecast: “Earlier on today, apparently, a woman rang the BBC and said she heard there was a hurricane on the way. Well, if you’re watching, don’t worry, there isn’t!”. The storm was the worst to hit South East England for three centuries, causing record damage and killing 19 people.
He said afterwards that he’d been referring to Hurricane Floyd circling the Florida Keys at the time but hadn’t mentioned Florida in his forecast. Our weather guessers now predict a worst-case scenario to avoid being caught out again, in what’s now known as the “Michael Fish effect”.
Once we finish everything that needs fixing/cleaning/installing, we’ll be bopping around the whole bay. At least the Merrylande part. The southern half doesn’t seem to offer the fun spots to visit.
Now sit yourself down and tell us what’s been going on in your life?? Apart from the traffic jam…
Or in any other movie or TV show ever made, how they wake with perfect hair and makeup, no pillowcase creases on their cheeks or drool puddles… Or how after a session of hide-the-salami, both participants get out of bed wearing, well, wearing anything! Who does that???
I woke from a terrible nightmare. Roxy was still a toddler and we were all at a big picnic/party, and Roxy disappeared. No one could find her and it was getting dark. I knew it was a dream but I couldn’t make myself dream a happy reunion, and I woke up almost in a panic. Stoopit sleeping brain!
FCD will surrender his mom’s old apartment today. I need to remind him to cancel the electric account there. We’re promised a nice afternoon and I’m going to take the kids to a different playground for a change. It’s one we pass on our way to the usual one, so not a detour for us or Daughter.
Other than that, just another day in paradise. I may drag Tobias to the thrift store so I can see if they have any jeans I want. That’s as far as I’ve managed to plan so far.
Happy Tuesday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 67 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of < snerk > 69! < snerk > with rain/tstorms/apocalypse predicted for the day. We also have a flood watch in effect until this evenin’. I have a worship committee meetin’ over to the church house at one p.m. I’d rather not, but that’s how it goes, I suppose. Other than that, sloth, general overall uselessness, and stayin’ inside and dry is the plan of the day. Sup shall be sketties 'n meatballs, sallit, and cheesey garlic bread.
gigity good to see ya! Hope whatever was goin’ on was not too bad and you got home at a decent hour. I have not seen anything in the news about a van rammin’ a gate at the White House, so maybe it was a non-event?
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. I suppose I must also make myself relatively groomed and don attire appropriate for the public at some point. Such bother!
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
If you watch anything on CBS not from Twitter it was mine last night. Got down there a bit after 10 and stayed until 1:30am.
Dude had a Nazi flag - all we need to know.
I’m coasting along. Work is work, not so bad. My sister & I have been finishing up our parents estate, and will finally have a memorial soon with family and friends.
I’ll try to drop by later - gotta run for an early Dr appointment. Glad to see everyone still hanging in the MMP!