Oh, well, then, I’m glad I said something! (You, too, MetalMouse.)
… and to you as well, my dear! (Monks is basically a furry dragon, so … )
The very best kind of dress. 
Oooooohhh … ! 
You get so bored you cut your own bangs?
Ha. You ain’t kiddin’.
But there are just so. many. things. that need to be done in an average restaurant, there’s always a way to break the routine.
Hell, I’m not looking forward to my own lack of cooperation about taxes. 
For a second I thought this was about FCM’s Roxie (her granddaughter) and thought, “She seems a bit too old for the leash/harness thing they do with toddlers…”
My god, man, however did you find the inner strength to soldier on through such adversity?
I, too, would like details.
One of the best ways I’ve found to deal with that is what I call “dot lights” … those battery operated LEDs in a push-button housing that you can stick pretty much wherever.
Very handy for badly-lit areas without wiring.
Oh, bless your heart.
Had a variation on this one tonight. A nice couple pulled up and said something along the lines of how they weren’t sure if their pizza was ready yet, they’d driven from G.R. and maybe didn’t have the timing right, etc.
I tossed off a comment like, “Aw, you came all the way from G.R. for our pizza?” and they said, no, they were locals. They’d just flew back from Miami (maybe you passed each other on the streets @LSLGuy !) and were on their way home.
Literally the first thing they did upon returning, before they unpacked or even drove home … was get a Scribs pizza.
Things like that give me a bit of pride that a similar job at a crap chain would never provide.
What the hell friggin’ desert Arizona is getting more snow than us “frozen” Michiganders?!?
{ grumbles } Buncha bullshit, is what it is.
I’m sorry/not sorry, but I laughed my ass off at this.
Reminds me of when I had to medicate Pretzel about a year ago. Oral drops that you squeeze into their mouth.
First time was easy-peasy; this had never happened before so she didn’t expect it.
Second time was a bit more challenging.
After that, I had less than a half-second; had to fully choreograph the whole thing mentally in advance (“open door with right hand; lift hideaway with left hand…”) but don’t tell me snakes don’t learn.
Yeah, me too.
We had a good night tonight though; none of the friggin’ chaos of last night.
Yeah. I heard somethin’ 'bout that.
Get him to take up knitting.
And you’re not even gonna tell US?!? Pffft.
Have some frozen quiche thingies baking in the oven, plus one of those “Uncrustable” thingies for dessert to satisfy my inner 7-year-old.
Ratties got dinner (dried corn, brown rice, and bran flakes) and Monkey got to chase down a buncha treats.
Now he’s getting gooshy-food (chicken and salmon, tonight) because he’s such a sweet and handsome boy, yes he is.
Oh, the Oven Master with the fabbo restaurant experience brought a Crock Pot with shredded meat for Italian beef sandwiches. Not being much for peppers, I simply helped myself to some plain beef … and promptly went back for seconds. Yum!
Plus, the package from my friend who made me those kerchiefs finally arrived … and one of them has SPAM themed fabric! What a hoot.
It goes perfectly with the new purse she made me … also featuring SPAM!
The inside is lined with a beautiful marbled fabric, and - between you and me and the lampost - I would have much preferred that on the outside, and save the joke for the hidden inside.
But it’s still a lovingly crafted handmade gift (with pockets!) and I love it all the same.
Just tell yourself their dryer is unbalanced. There - feel better?
I never saw the other 3 folks ever again. No big loss, either…
