I check the temperature of the stuffing. Since I cook in a roasting bag, the turkey stays moist.
Yup, cognac will do that for you.
That’s when I gave up putting up a tree. I once had a 23#, declawed cat who still wanted to climb trees. 
Welcome home metal mouse!
I made a cool card this afternoon. It’s a trifold that is a barn, complete with a chicken and some corn stalks on the outside. Other than that, it’s been sloth.
And the winner for dinner is… turkey, stuffing, gravy, and green been casserole! 
We went out for basic SoCal- style Mexican dinner and are now back home. Chili relleno & taco for her, chimichanga and margarita for me.
Intending to walk over to the German brat haus for live rock-n-roll music here in a bit. Should be dry tomorrow morning so I’ll go golf-ball whacking; can’t really call it golfing until I get on a real course a month from now.
I’d have preferred to go out for Mexican tonight. I’ve been craving carne asada for three weeks. But leftover turkey is fine… and a lot cheaper. Should be warmed up in 15 or 20 minutes…
So the overnight Smalls went well, we did 5k pieces. Then it began. Twilight does Surepost(the stuff Brown pays the Post Office to deliver because we can’t profitably drive out to your meth trailer) on the 100 and 200 Slides. Which was still in the system when we did it at Midnight. Which meant 100 bags went to the slides, instead of the loading doors., some of which were opened and dumped down the Slide. and by the time Hazardous Ken and I got that sorted out, it got bad. All the stuff for schools and businesses closed for Thanksgiving was supposed to to to 1 of 3 53 footers. But they shut off that belt, and routed a semi’s worth of boxes to the 200, right when they ran out of space in the 100 cages, and Ken and I had dueling Clusterfucks. So they threw people at the problem. which caused problems, with too many people in a small space, and no actual direction.
Scantily Clad Box Heaver: “They need to communicate with us!”
Me: “Don’t question Authority, They don’t know either.”
Grizzled Blueberry: “So is all Peak like this.”
Me: “Meh, it will get bad at some point.”
But after cleaning up a Googleplex of dumpster fires, Sterling, Hazardous Ken and I left…16 hours after we clocked in. Yay OT! It makes this Sazarac extra tasty.
Welcome back, Metalmouse!
These are the same people who wreck NYE, St. Patrick’s Day, and Cinco de Mayo for us professionals. 
You could have gone full Chopped and made SoCal-Mex food out of the leftovers.
[Ted]You did nothing but reheat the basket ingredients. For this reason, you have been chopped.[/Ted]
State is currently crushing the UNC Tarholes. because CHEATERS! NEVER! WIN! 
I thought about cooking turkey bits with taco seasoning, and making a burrito. Still an option (but not tonight).
Her Ladyship spent her later childhood and much of her adulthood in Tucson. Her kids were raised there. Turkey chimichangas are totally a post-Thanksgiving family tradition. You might consider that idea.
When I was growing up, we had cats, but never a litter box. The cats always went outside to do their business.
Of course, early in our marriage, we lived in an apartment where we felt free to let the cat go outside when he wanted, but Felix always insisted, if he was outside, on coming in and using this litter box, and then going back outside.
I don’t think Allie has ever known any other way than using a litter box.
It is rather odd about Buddy. He was, according to what we’ve been told, once someone else’s cat, who decided somewhen around 2015 to 2018 that she no longer wanted him, and just kicked him out. He’d been a stray, living outside, for nearly all of that time until early 2022, when he decided that he’s our cat. He surely spent the vast majority of his life having no access to a litter box, and nowhere but outside to do his business, yet now that he’s ours, he seems to know no other way than to use a litter box.
I hate people that abandon pets. But I did get a good dog out of it. A guy brought him to the shelter. He’d been taking care of him for a friend who was moving. Friend never came back.
Happy Saturday!
It was 24 degrees this morning.
I am not ready for this.
No park, but Echo has been sick with Shar Pei Fever, so it’s just as well that we keep her quiet for a while longer. I’ve been giving her aspirin a little bit longer than usual.
My house is under contract now. It took less than a week to get two offers, and a bunch of showings cancelled today and now the house is under contract.
We’ll see how the inspections go.
Closing is supposed to be December 29. It would be nice to be done with it this year and start the next year with a clean slate - so to speak.
I had a list of long term goals for this year and the only one not met is my son getting his license.
I’ve been slowly chipping away at the ToDoList. Not as fast as I’d like to be, but you do what you can do.
One thing I did Thanksgiving Day was clean out my email inbox. It took about two hours and I also unsubscribed from a lot of stuff while doing it.
Yesterday, I started on ToDo item Change My Address. The USPS site gave me an option to sign up for some coupons and stuff for moving. I was not interested, but it would let me move forward to I clicked on at least one option. When I opened my newly cleaned out inbox, I had many emails from some Moving site and from some of the options I didn’t choose.
I started down my bill paying list and when I got to Capital One, it once again pulled the DID YOU FORGET SOMETHING? bullshit all over again. Every month for months I have had to create a new password. I thought I had it fixed as it went through last month. Nope, it has started all over again.
The big ‘DID YOU FORGET SOMETHING?’ in big letters implies that I am doing something wrong. I KNOW my signon and I KNOW my password, I didn’t forget anything. Well, yes, yes, I did forget something…
I forgot that y’all are a bunch of fucking idiots who can’t run a website correctly. That is what I forgot.
Then, CVS won’t fill one of my scripts. They say they don’t have it. It is right out there online. I can see it sitting there, saying there is one more refill allowed. Nope, according to them, it doesn’t exist. I’ll have my doctor call it in to Walgreen’s on Moonday.
CVS can kiss my so white it glows in the dark ass. I’m done with them and their bullshit.
Today, I avoided annoying things. I rearranged the medicine cabinet and cut up lots of cardboard. We trimmed the dogs’ toenails and cleaned their ears. My son finally set up the Roomba.
Welcome Home MetalMouse! I hope you find your keys.
Happy Golfing Pilot
I took golf in college. I sucked at it.
I hope your MIL moves in with you FCM
It sounds like it would be better for her and easier for you.
I’m tired, I’ll try catching up more tomorrow.
Cats and litterboxes can be so very funny. Back when we were a seriously multi-cat household, I would drag all of the multi-litter-boxes, less one, outside and dump and bleach them then leave them out to sun dry. When they were dry, I’d bring them in and refill them and then take the last box out to dump and clean. One of our cats ALWAYS had to be first in the fresh boxes. She would pick her favorite for the week and leave the lessor boxes for her inferiors.
One day, when the clean boxes were ready, I waited until she used the remaining box before scampering out and grabbing the clean ones to refill. The you bitch look on her face while she strained out a couple of drops into the new box was enough to scare me into not doing it again.
WOLF!
And yes this is a compete sentence.
@Seanette and I got a good cat that way, though he spent many years—pretty much the vast majority of his life—as a stray, before he finally decided he was our cat.
A lady who works at our apartment complex, and also takes care of all the stray cats, told me that he had belonged to a lady that used to live here, who just one day suddenly decided that she didn’t want him any more, and kicked him out of her home. This apparently happened some time around 2015 or 2016, according to the lady that told me this. She says that the former owner claimed to have taken him to an animal shelter, but that was obviously a lie. In early 2022, he started visiting @Seanette and me on an increasingly regular basis, and over the course of several weeks, went from an increasingly common visitor to staying with us full time. After about a year of that, we made it official, took him to a vet got him chipped and registered to us, and put him on our lease.
@Bob_Blaylock Buddys got the TNR ear clip, so he’s been feral for a bit early on. Funny thing is Spot is also a TNR graduate, but he’s got better litter box etiquette and ia better at using the scratching post than any of my non ferals
I’m not sure he ever was completely feral. In the time we’ve known him, he’s been quite friendly toward humans and never was uncomfortable with coming indoors once he was invited in. According to several people who’ve known him longer than we have, he’s had a tendency to adopt people for a few months, then move on. His settling in with us would apparently be his longest stay in any household.
This is a WONDERFUL idea. I now want one.
You’re so sweetly positive!
Jeebus on a pogo stick, I was in an exceptionally bad mood earlier!
Pics or it didn’t happen.
That is far too long to go without.
All of my cats have done this. Drives me nutz. My beloved Nikki would come inside just to hork up a hairball (on a rug, of course) and then saunter back outside like nothing had happened.
I straight up LOL’d.
Guess he likes you. Y’all must be good people.
So Long Night was … not bad. I barely even noticed that we were close to closing time. Muskegon had its collective shit together tonight; we had far less of the usual Saturday night assortment of drunks, idjits, and drunken idjits.
Round of applause for Muskegon!
And an extra gold star sticker for the neighboring Heights (where I happen to live) which is probably responsible for most of the open tequila bottles/sparking a blunt in front of the drive-thru window/endless “Ummm … I wanted a pizza?” nonsense, which was mercifully … well maybe not NONexistent, but definitely kept down to a dull roar tonight.
Lessee, one of the last customers, her change was $4.20. I called the transaction in real time as I was poking buttons (“Okay, your change back is … uh … fo’ twenny?”) and she had the decency and humor to laugh.
Laundry is spinning, cuz I’ve learned it takes me a while to wind down after closing shifts, so the nice machine downstairs might as well clean my socks’n’undies for me in the meantime.
I always get home and think, “Aw thank GAWD I’m home, I’m not doing jack diddly shit!” and then an hour later realize, if I’d started the damn laundry/dinner then, it’d be done by now.
Jupiter is glowing brightly near the moon the last couple of nights. It looks beautiful to see them so close.
Current Shoe would like to thank Past Shoe for her foresight, as the laundry is now tumblin’ round in the dryer, which means Tomorrow Shoe will have a nearly endless supply of clean socks’n’undies from which to select.
Meanwhile, I’m playing “Jelly Belly Roulette” and if you aren’t familiar with that game, well, grab yourself some assorted jelly beans - some of which are delishush and some of which are unholy bleah, pttoooey! - and I’m sure you can figure out the game’s details for yourself.
The Muggle version of Bertie Bott’s?
Today is Allie’s 12th adoption anniversary.