Not thoughtless, just a lot on your plate. {{{{JtC}}}}
Dwarfed only by how much we care! :tackle hugs:
Thanks for mentioning how you enjoyed the sublime sounds you made walking in the snow. Because of your comment earlier the little girl in me remembered to walk the long way across the front lawn on the snow instead of using the sidewalk coming home and into my house from my daughter, so thank you. Hopefully I think to do it again when I get a chance~seven year old Boo really was delighted by it 
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Just think of the good you did and the joy you wrought across all those miles!
How exciting! 
perhaps tell them ‘that dog won’t hunt’ so stop sending that crap to me.
I started this several hours ago but got interrupted. Whew! That giant gust of wind you heard was my sigh of relief that JtC has reported in. Hooray! I am aww’d by those photos of Miz Jolene and her Own Personal Bigfoot. They’re so sweet together! She was an inspired adoption, JtC.
Also in the Yay Department, Happy Birthday, Red! 
I hope your day was nothing short of spectacular! IN fact, I say, let’s extend the celebrations for the whole week. Anybody have party hats we could all wear?
Remember when tManuel Noriega, the Panamanian dictator, holed up in the Vatican’s embassy in Panama City and refused to come out, so the US set up giant speakers and blasted “Panama” and “I Fought the Law” at him for 3 days? My neighbors are using the same tactic, and I’m ready to go out and confess to crimes I didn’t commit. This morning, it was an hour of music so loud, I had to yell my thoughts inside my head so I could hear them. About 30 minutes ago, I was about to go to the hall to check for an Amazon package when there was a ruckus on the stairs. Holy frick. About FIFTEEN little kids and 5 adults went into the Noisy Neighbors’ place. Now and then, kids burst out the front door and run up and down the stairs, whooping. Mostly, though, it’s just giggling and screaming and kids apparently flinging each other against the walls.
I like tightly-knit extended families. I grew up in one. But this is ridiculous. Who starts a party with little kids at 8:30 on a Sunday night? I emailed the manager.
Oh, and I ran into their upstairs neighbor yesterday, the one who said on Christmas night he was going to call the cops. HE did call them, but they said they couldn’t do anything unless he complained after 10 pm. He did, and I guess they came out and warned these folks, but it didn’t do any good.
Boo, glad you’re OK but yoiks! Like FCM, I had to leave gas stoves behind when I moved away from the midwest and have missed them ever since. I remember when we moved to Massachusetts from Illinois, there were still signs at apt. complexes bragging, “All-electric apartments!” My mom did get an electric stove when I was 10. It took awhile to get used to it, so my brother came home one day and called, “So what did you burn for us tonight, Mom?” Good thing Mom had a sense of humor. After that, it was gas stoves all the way.
Also, congrats on the upcoming grandbaby!
FCM, I hope you can stay home and stay cozy during the storm.
Shoe, fingers crossed for Charm, who doesn’t have any appendages to cross. I’ve always liked that name. Is there a story behind it?
Out of my deep appreciation for our online-ship, I shall not gloat. I know all too well what it’s like to lose to rivals on your own field. Being a Bears fan is an exercise in humility.
There are so many posts…so many, many posts, that I frequently think after responding, “Oh, I meant to tell ____ that…” Rest assured that even when nobody comments, we’ve read and sympathized.
JtC, I’m sorry your husband’s family has been giving you such grief. I’d be tempted to tell them my coven recommended eye of newt and three hairs from a virgin wombat, but that might bring them rushing to your door.
Holy frick. BAM. BOOM. The noise is ratcheting up. “Come on, kids! Who wants another cup of Jolt cola and coffee punch?” I’m going to bed.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
I feel personally attacked.
< pounds on ceiling with broom in sympathy >
Oh, I like this one!
I meant to add those! Yes, definitely, part of the list.
A very lil’ snek (she is a corn snake).
She was moving around earlier in response to me scritching at the side of her tank & sticking her new heating pad thingie to the side of the glass, which is a good sign.
Corn snakes are insatiably curious about everything happening around them.
My main concern is I fed her a couple of days ago, and digesting a meal requires their metabolism to fire up … and cold temps make them sluggish.
The danger here is essentially her digestive tract crawling to a halt, which makes things, um, go bad before they can be expelled.
Yup, good memory!
Monks has an extra on each back foot, and two extras on each front … he has a thumb, and then sticking out from the side of the thumb is a mini-thumb.
So his thumbs have their own thumbs.
And yes, every toe bean, including the extras, are fully clawed.
So lotsa bonus daggers in addition to the usual weaponry.
Hence the polydactyl cat’s reputation as being particularly good mousers, which in turn made them valuable as ship’s cats, which then made them status symbols as gifts/possessions of captains, which is why Ernest Hemingway treasured his - given to him by a captain - which is why { deep breath } the Ernest Hemingway house to this day is populated by a colony of felines who have a very high percentage of extra toe-beans.
Heh, another gem.
Mascara sure as shit does; you don’t want old-ass stuff flaking into your eyes, because putting the brush in & out introduces weeeee bits of bacteria outside contamination into the eyelash goop.
Funny how folks differ. If imma slap on ONE thing & then dash out the door, it’s mascara.
I have literally no idea what that means.
But I do know the Lions won by a helluva lead, and that the, uh … Vikings was it? … didn’t get past their whole entire 9 points for most of the game.
There’s a “Daylight Savings Time” joke in there somewhere.
There’s no “almost” about it, honey.
Perhaps not the tastiest option, but anything in a can (beans, corn, ravioli, etc) can be eaten straight-up, at room temp.
Well, since you asked. Strap in.
Her full name is “Charming,” because, well - for a snake - she is.
Very docile & delicate, even when being fed.
The full story is: years ago, I got My First Corn Snake ™ a gorgeous, tiny reddish-orange thing with beautiful head markings … and literally did not have her long enough to come up with a name.
I knew corn snakes had a reputation as escape artists, but the only sliver of space that that one could have gotten through … insane.
I found a tiny poop a few feet away from the enclosure, which told me for sure what happened, and never another sign of that one.
So. A while later. I got up the courage - and extensive research was done - and I got another one. Also reddish orange. Named her “Chance,” as in, second chance.
I fed her shortly before making the drive to Michigan in January, and although I tried to keep my car as warm as possible overnight on the way up, I’m convinced the undigested food caused her demise a few weeks later.
Note thay I had NOT fed Pretzel, and although corns are hardy & balls are finicky - and thus, I was concerned far more about Pretz’s survival during the trip - it went the opposite way, and I lost my “Second Chance.”
So, in addition to this one’s very delicate personality … well, third time’s the charm, right?
Hence, Charm(ing).
I had a One Eyed Jack before work (butter-grilled toast with an egg cooked in the center) and it was so good I left the Cholula next to my chair just in case I want another one.
But - I didn’t wind up having my soouuuuup at work today, that I wanted - and I have a 2nd one of those here.
Or I could pan-fry some pierogi; that sounds good, too.
I suppose both, but that’s awfully ambitious for a lazy pothead at 2 a.m.
Who’s starting the next one?
I’m pushing 66. First day back to school after winter break. I should not have to deal with screaming kids and barking dogs. Grr
It’s warmed up enough for snow. Big gentle flakes. Off to work, driving through a pleasant snow in the dark.
I disappear from SDMB for up to a year at a time and no one says anything or checks on me, so please don’t personalize it. It’s the nature of message boards.