Heaved. It was slow enough that Panamanian Vince had time to pontificate at Shaggy. I hit HT and got my false senior discount.
Yeah the Poor People’s aldi doesn’t have it.
I’ll be blunt. It’s a bad idea. 
{{{{*nellie}}}}
To not cross the picket line, I shall avoid learning anything next week.
Love the shirt, Flyboy
Glad the truck is back sari. Sorry the wallet and CVS are giving you pain, though.
I like aloha shirts. But I’m reminded of an episode of an animated show (I don’t remember if it was The Simpsons, or South Park) where a kid says to a guy in an aloha shirt, ‘Hey, you’re not fun! You’re just fat!’
Bee-yout-it-fuul shirt!
I worked a slaughter houses two different times. The one I mention most often was the most recent where I ran the tongue saw.
The first time was in 1974. I worked on a line trimming flank steaks and later pulling shoulder clods. Both of those jobs were knife work and we were issued ten ounce aerosol cans of Merthiolate from the supply crib for the cuts that inevitably happened. I worked there for about six months and went through a few cans.
Called off the apple picking trip as it will just aggravate the leakage issue. I feel bad for the Mrs., as I know she was looking forward to this. It’s easy to forget that I’m only two months past surgery and still have months to go until full recovery.
I’d totally shop there!
{ sniffle }
(Bartenders must’ve just loved y’all.)
That is what I’ve always seen, including the “haul[ing] ass” part. There must be some internal incentive system; it’s consistent to that chain but I’ve never seen the like elsewhere.
I more than understand. It’s a sucky feeling.
I’d suggest a compost pile, but the salt content might be bad for plants.
This seems to happen a lot with you. I’m starting to suspect you time your posts to coincide with that particular thermometer reading.
I’ve had the canned stuff. I’ve had homemade, in several versions.
I prefer the can. It’s jelly whereas homemade is more jam.
I’ve turned it to my advantage. I always have a few big, sturdy canvas bags in my car, and you hafta bag/box your own stuff anyway, right?
So I go with two-three bags, and fill 'em up as I go. Once they’re full and/or heavy, it’s time to go pay.
Keeps me from overspending.
I really like this phrasing!
Aww. 
There’s gotta be someone else in your area who’s in a similar situation. Is she amenable to finding other local Lil’ Ol’ Ladies ™ who’d like to go in a group on some future outing?
Ugh, it’s all bright and sunny out there. I am a non-fan, by which I mean, I am not a fan.
This was a trip organized by the staff here at Walking Dead Manor. It’s convenient because we don’t have to drive, find parking, etc., but most people go their own way upon arrival. She prefers my company to theirs (of course). The only other person she’d do something like this with is her niece, whose work schedule as a nurse is pretty hectic.
I did finally get to sleep. It reminds me of having a newborn: you think, “I can’t possibly survive on this little sleep!” And yet somehow you do, and for months. I’m going to walk to the PO. A few days ago, I found catnip fish. One is The Codfather. The other is Swim Shady. I can’t believe the number of people who give me blank “Swim WHO now?” looks. It’s been over 20 years, people! I gotta stop making friends at the Centenarian Society. Anyway, I may walk to the PO to mail them to daughter’s cats.
I have no Aldi’s. 
I love that she plays mahjong! My grandmother played, and I was fascinated by all the tiles.
sari, hooray for finally getting the truck back!
We kids loved Mercurochrome because it didn’t hurt, and the color was cool. However, once I skinned my knee, and my friend’s dad thought it’d be funny to paint a Mercurochrome swastika on it. My mom was furious. Hippie, I’m agog at all that Mercurochrome!
BooFae, stealing fuck-a-doodle-doo. And Power to the People!
Taters, nothing worse than having to work extra to fix other’s careless screw-ups. Hope today is better…and shorter!
Oh, please do be a little more diplomatic. 
YAAAAy!!1!!!
You must be thinking of something else. IIRC mercurochrome hurt like hell. It hurt far worse than whatever kidly wound we’d suffered.
Meant to address this earlier:
The schwump is the best part by far. And seeing the can’s ridges impressed on the log of jelly-stuff laying on the serving plate. If the log tore it just wasn’t the same; had to be completely intact.
The first scoop of PB out of the jar is also the best. Breaking that smooth factory layer withthat first knife or spoon is just sublime. My bros and I used to fight over who got the privilege
Nice day! Sunny and clear. Watched the Barbie movie with SIL. Took down a broken blind. Updated $ accounts (almost enough saved up to be able to attend a conference and walk a piece of the Camino in 2024). Now, more coffee followed by book, recycling, and clothes sorting.
Anything in a tub/jar that has a little pointy bit in the center (products like Country Crock, peanut butter, cream cheese spread, etc.) HAS to have the pointy bit removed first, and nibbled delicately straight off the knife.
To do so otherwise brings unfathomable misfortune, misery, general bad luck, and one single square of scratchy one-ply toilet paper left on the roll the next time you’re in a public restroom having a potty emergency.
Thus has Shoe written, and so shall it be.
(… aaaaand I think I just had an epiphany about how weird cults are started.)
I did A Thing ™ I’ve been putting off for far too long, which was checking the status of my naturalization certificate request.
I’ll admit; I’ve been too chickenshit to log into the portal. For weeks → months.
What if it was denied? What if I was faced with an Official Gubmint Message ™ saying, “Ha ha, fuck you, you’re living off the grid until you die starving in a cabin somewhere.”
I freaked out over the thought of checking, then freaked out over the thought that I hadn’t. Then I freaked out over how much of a self-defeating coward I was being. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Fun times!
Finally got sick of my own bullshit and forced myself by the scruff of my own neck.
Conclusion (and somewhat of a relief): Request is in active status. I looked over their document requests vs. the assload of files I sent, and couldn’t find Other Shoe’s death certificate, which is part of all the nonsense proving my name change.
So I had the “fun” of digging that up + the multi-step rigamarole of submitting, just now.
I had 'till December just to submit additional documents so this is clearly a long, drawn-out & very creaky process. (Initial request: submitted back in May.)
Well, back to irk and another opening shift with Way Less Shitty Than My Last G.M. But Still Kind Of A Bitch who really needs a more succinct nickname.
No, I’m 100% sure it was Mercurochrome that didn’t hurt. Bactine hurt. Iodine hurt. Were you thinking of iodine maybe? Or Merthiolate? I understand Merthiolate hurt like heck.
I hated Bactine when I was a kid. Getting an owie meant pain from the wound, then more pain from the application of Bactine, then finally pain from getting the Bandaid ripped off. Mom believed in getting the pain over with. I believed in peeling the Bandaid off micron by micron. (Why, yes, I was a wimp. Why do you ask? 
) When my kids were little, I washed their hands and let them remove the bandaid. Having control seemed to make them feel better.
shoe, glad the process is still in process.
Hey! How y’all doin’?
According to the doc my ablation went well, although the drugs they gave me in the OR made me sick, so they had to give me another drug for nausea, (and a bedpan). Then they kept me overnight, which wouldn’t have been so bad except that people kept waking me up to stick pointy things into my body.
We drove home Tuesday, but I was pretty much zombified almost all day yesterday.
Now I’m on light duty for at least a week. No lifting anything over 10 lbs, or pulling on anything.
Have read all, but not feeling very gregarious today, so Yays, Boos, wet salmon, and hugs, lotsa hugs.
Sis, is that you? 
Glad you’re on the other side of it!
bumba when and for what did you have the ablation? I had it last year for SVT?
Howdy Y’all! I have to brag upon myself. The sup I made was beyond gooooood! Obviously I had been cravin’ all the things made. OYKW was very complimentary. OK, he’s always complimentary, but this time he said he felt he was eatin’ Sunday dinner at granny’s, which is very high praise. Outside of that we were sloths of the highest order. Even had some quality cee-mint pond time cause it was so nice out and the water felt so good.
Apple pickin’. Fruitful day. You made a funny! Hope things work out for the best with the strike.
MetalMouse my Pubic Sto’ has self checkout. I have a progressive Pubic Sto’!
Nellie yay for gettin’ some sleep! That’s true about the can ridges. Makes the cranberry sauce look all fancy! I am the only peanut butter lover in da cave so I always get to have the first scoop all to myself.
shoe it’s leanin’ towards what passes for Fall in these parts, so the upper range 60s for lows is considered on the cool side. Also, this mornin’ when I first started to post the temp was 68, but changed to < snerk > 69! < snerk > just as I was gettin’ to postin’ the mornin’ low. The local weather is as juvenile as I am! I agree about the little pointy bit. It’s the tastiest bite!
Bumba glad the ablation went well, and that you are still amongst us.
Hooray for @Bumbazine returning from the Valley of Doom General Hospital triumphantly. We wuz worried.
Yaay!! Good on 'ya for overcoming that destructive cycle. I do the same thing; I fear bad news so I avoid following up. Which only makes the bad news more likely, and less recoverable, with every day I wait. I know it’s dumb and yet I still do it. Gaah!
My boat disposal is done, and a more scruffy than sad experience. Way over it now. But I managed to avoid the tendency to procrastinate the second, admin half of the job and have also visited the DMV to turn in plates, record the sales, etc. Yaay me.
Minor retail adventuring has been done along the way. And I downed a celebratory roller dawg with both a massive mound o’ pickled jalapenos and a bit of ketchup to glue them atop the dawg.
Dinner tonight shall be last of the Big Boy party leftovers again. It’s a lot of work to eat a 40oz ribeye. Used to be able to do it in a sitting; now it takes me 3 days. It: 
. Me: 
. My carbs will be fruit afterwards in lieu of the vegetables we don’t have.
I have a PhD and a post doc in this.
Oh, ya’ll have adopted my tried and true method of doing nothing about a problem and hoping for the best.
I kinda want fried chicken, but I kinda don’t wanna leave the house…decisions, decisions.
pilot Good on you for finally getting the boat issue settled.
swampy Can’t boast on dinner without telling us what it was!
shoe Yay! on progress towards being a legal person again. And good luck with WLSBKOB
In my latest adventures of trying not to put things off too long, I called the furnace guy, cuz last winter my furnace didn’t always properly crossover. October 20! is the first they can get here.