She’s pretty warped already.
She’s a Yellowbeard fan, so yeah. And good catch on the typo.
Happy Birthday Harold! I hope you had a wonderful day filled with laughter and cake.
Happy Towel Day to you too!
I put a new towel in Hubs car and then gave him a new one in his saddlebag because that is my tradition. They also got washed, but mostly I washed the bedding.
Jolene ran across Hubs last night and nicked his hand with a claw. He ruined a pillow, bled through the sheets to the thick mattress pad and even left a puddle of blood on the floor. He didn’t notice, so when I got up and freaked out because I thought his latest scar had split open, he was baffled.
I need to start checking her tootsers weekly, snipping off the sharpies is much easier than washing the big mattress pad.
NICE! Especially the hauling the old one away part
I’ve seen it more than that, but I always check the dairy case almost as close as I check the cheese aisle.
Good to see you again, come back when you can tell us what’s happening with your life.
We all love you.
(cute lamp)
Hubs and I are Vietnam era vets. He never had boots on the ground, he guarded nukes on Navy destroyers. I of course wasn’t ever in Vietnam either, my boobs disqualified from that sort of thing, but I joined while things were wrapping down.
My father was wounded in Korea. He didn’t talk much about his time there unless he was really drunk or after he was lost in dementia.
I will be spending the day tomorrow at the Capital. Hubs will go to his family’s potluck with a big bowl of potato salad. I’ve already pulled a bowl out for me and when we get home I will have that with grilled shrimp and he will BBQ a steak for himself.
I stayed at the place with Teepee shaped shaped cottages (?) back when I was a floozy. They were just as tacky as you would expect!
I am so glad you are happy about that. My BFF has been WFH since the world ended and has said that she would quit her job if they ever made her go back to the office.
So besides doing laundry, I also ironed my Handmaid outfit and our stoopid linen napkins that refuse to stop getting wrinkled on the drying rack. They are linen, they should be nice and soft and unable to hold wrinkles by now.
Hubs has been looking at exterior cameras (as shoe pointed out, our 21st century communication is not my mother’s “sit at the table and talk” kind of thing) and when I asked him about them, he said he’s getting tired of me seeing all of the funny stuff, he wants to see the UPS guy flip the FedEx guy too!
That still baffles me, he’s always seemed so nice to me. Of course, I’m a customer and an old woman, he’s required to be nice and polite to me. Not to mention that I compliment him and gave him a nice clean fifty dollar bill the first time I saw him in December, and have a treat box on the porch for the delivery folks.
Our packages are always treated with respect!
Well, its getting late and I want to be at the capital around 1000 so I’d best be heading to bed.
See you all in the next MMP.
Nelson got his nails trimmed today. He got one hung up on the bedspread last night and I had to rescue him (he’s so stinkin’ pitiful when he cries for me to help him out).
He said he strps the old ones for parts for his repair sideline if they’re not economically repairable or if they are, repairs them for a couple of DV shelters. So the old dryer will live on.
There’s one of those motels up around Cave City, KY on 31W. I got to tour one once and you’re right, they are cool.
I made 4 quarts of veggie broth, 3 of chicken and 3.5 of pork for the freezer today. The bones are now in the fridge to be picked clean for doggie treats tomorrow. The broth in the freezer will be gone by the time I move and I won’t save veggie scraps or bones until I get to the new place.
I’ve only seen it once, when it came out. I’d like to see it again.
There’s some irony there.
Wow. I get all sorts of scratches on my legs from cats jumping or running across them, but I don’t think I’ve ever bled enough to get blood on the sheets. Obviously the coumadin clinic are doing an excellent job of controlling my dosage.
My dad tried to enlist the day after Pearl Harbour, but was rejected by all three services because of his back – he’d been by a truck (fortunately not enough to do any serious damage) whilst crossing the street a year or two earlier. Instead he went back to school, finished his MS, and was hired by the government to go down to Central America and look for native plants to replace all the ones we’d lost access to when the Japanese took over the Dutch East Indies.
A cousin went to Viet Nam (I think his sister’s future husband did, too), and my niece went to Afghanistan.
Are you bragging or complaining?
I was too stuffed after supper for dessert, but I got a couple slices of cake from Fay Da and ate them for breakfast this morning.