Its good to hear from you again, Oopsie. We have talked about you behind your back several times, you have been missed.
I remember you mentioning that you wanted to move when you dear puppers was gone, I’m glad you found such a nice place. Moving sucks. I once moved from one apartment to the one next door. The walk between them was 5 1/2 feet. It was easier than most but it still sucked. Moving across the country didn’t suck more than moving houses in different neighborhoods, it just took longer. And it did suck.
Were you working for UPS during the main dying stage or retail. Not that it really matters, with your sort of work you are touching everything with your bare hands and people are always shouting.
I hadn’t realized how much ticks were going to squick me out. The fuzzbutts don’t have a catio and I’m going totally CDO on my skin every time I walk across the yard. There are some things I do miss about Arizona and the no tick thing is bigger than good Mexican food.
I’m one of them, but we aren’t getting enough. We have only gotten half the usual amount of rain and snow pack as normal. It is nice and green now but the forest is still stressed from last year’s heat and need more than light sprinkles to recover.
You had been quite firmly told to get your studying done, its best you left the ironing for later. I saw Swampies firm glare while reading his post.
We ARE the loud motorcycle in our neighborhood. Happily, he has changed the exhaust and pipes which quieted it down considerably.
However…our cat-sitter is a teen-aged girl. She hasn’t started dating yet and I don’t think her mom would allow boyfriends to sit in the yard and rev their engines, but young men often have loud vehicles so I’m sure we will get our own source of irritation soon enough.
Ain’t that a good feeling!
I think it would have been very entertaining and would have gotten many replies! I hope you are feeling better tomorrow.
I’ve found that if I find something I want on that website, I can click on the manufacturers link and find a way to order it directly. They usually offer free shipping for first time customers as well.
I remember those sheets of paper, but I don’t think ours came with postage included. I had a German penpal for a few years and learned to write really little to save room.
That surprises me. You were working for the government during the thick of the pandemic and government workers were hit especially hard because the unwashed public doesn’t think we are real people.
Can I request garden photos in a month. Or now and then in a month. Or daily, all of your plantings sound delightful and I’m always up for posie pics. FCM, that goes for you too!
See, I had assumed that which is why your reply confused me. But, I’m easily confused so it wasn’t you, it was me 
I have a very large box of letters and pictures, I wasn’t that great about saving them when I was in my twenties so most of those letters are lost but yes, I do still have them even though they aren’t framed and hanging over my bed these days.
George doesn’t even seem to notice when Jolene gives her fierce battle scream, “That’s my queen, doing her job by protecting her mate and pride. All is right in my world.”
This is true. Engines don’t do well with that sort of abuse, were he a neighbor of mine I’d have gone over with some tools and offered to help him set the timing. Having an old woman diagnose your engine issues by ear is enough to embarrass many men into quieting down. It works even better if they have friends over
So today dawned rainy and wet for us but we were undaunted. We had things to do so out we went. I pooped in the cologuard bucket this morning and also needed overseas/Air Mail stamps so the box went in the car.
Our first stop was Dunkin and they were on a boil-water and weren’t selling drinks. Hubs had only had one cup of coffee this morning so he could have a cold brew and didn’t want to drive to the Ohio border semi-caffinated so looked for another coffee shop while I was in the post office.
The poop bucket was refused, it had a FedEx label. When I said I needed overseas stamps, she gave me a brief deer-in-the-headlights look, then went to a locked key holder on one side of the room, opened it and walked across the bay to a safe, used the key and a code on that and then retrieved a folder. I suspect she doesn’t sell many and was racking her brain trying to remember how to do it. A dollar seventy-five each and I missed count so have to go back tomorrow and get another one.
The coffee shop he found was across the street from my doctor’s office so I dropped the poop box off in their box and that was done for the year.
Off we went to Pt. Pleasant and the Mothman Museum. It was everything I thought it would be! Small, kinda dusty, very kitschy, I’m glad we went, it was worth the drive. I got some postcards for the exchange and then we thought we needed some lunch.
Hubs selects Mexican places by looking at the reviews and pictures. If the review is at least 4.4 and there are pictures of Margaritas, that’s acceptable. The easiest one to get to was Ohio so we crossed the bridge and saw that the price of gas went up 20 cents in less than a mile.
The Margaritas were very sweet and the food was acceptable for the region.
We stopped at Aldi on the way home and now I’m sipping a pearseco hard cider and watching the hummers.
