Do you own a yardstick or some similar long thin solid object? I frequently use mine to retrieve stuff that’s fallen into spots I can’t reach.
My mom used to make a lot of angel food cakes. She only used the egg yolks when she made noodles, so there were always a couple of cakes to follow.
Don’t judge, but I use a bamboo back scratcher in the studio to reach stuff too far back in the knee hole or under the part of the work table that I would have to move the printer to get to.
Sunday chores are done and Sunday dinner consumed. Other than playing around in the studio, not much on the table. I get a little rest before the next wedding album starts.
*Unless your remains have to be transported from one county to another. That will cost you more than half as much as the cremation itself will cost. 
Still stinging a bit from that one, not to mention the cost of the ‘big’ box to fit my dad in. I guess I wouldn’t keep going on about it all except that going to the funeral home, I had a false sense of security when I knew that everything was handled and I still had to pay almost another $500 due to unexpected charges that should have been expected. 
Ok, I’ll stop whining about that now. Except to say that tomorrow I go to pick up my dad’s ashes and I did talk to the funeral home director and he will not reimburse me for his misunderstanding. Well, turns out now is actually when I’ll stop whining.
I have heard good things about Zenni. I have personally purchased from Zelool multiple times and have always had good luck with them.
I just woke up from a nap and now I’m dawdling before I start working again.
Could you have them mailed to you and transport them yourself? The USPO ships cremains.
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, came back to da cave for a sammich N.O.L., and then nappage ensued. Day drinkin’ happened and the biiiiiig trash can has been hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow.
Deheathenization was a little strange for me, as the Psalm, the Gospel readin’ and two of the hymns we sang are a part of my funeral plan. So, I kinda felt like I sat through part of my own funeral. Both of us have filled out forms about what we want at our respective funerals. We have slots in the Columbarium to plop our ashes in as well. The funeral home knows our wishes and we have prepaid for cremation and stuff.
Oopsie glad you had such a good visit with your aunt and other family members. The place you stayed does sound really cool. Then again, how could anyplace with yaks and alpacas not be cool! Sucks about havin’ to fire the person. BTDT and it is not easy.
I cleaned. I laundered. I napped. Spot’s Screaming Tuxedo Zoomies went into extra inning. I suspect he may have eaten a coffee bean or something. I need to take the trash and recycling out, since it is now 48 degrees(ferret height) and cloudy, instead of 50 degrees and rainy. I do not have to drag the big bin to the curb since 1. It is already at the curb. 2. It is a 20 foot 3000lbs steel dumpster, and not particular dragable.
I guess he axed the wrong contractor.
Truth. Coaching and refereeing youth soccer, I see kids falling down all the time and 98% of the time they get right back up and keep going. Ones I watch for are when they ‘eat a soccer ball’ when it’s kicked right in their face. There are usually tears and once in a while a concussion. Which might explain my Saturday, one of the 9 year olds girls kicked the ball into my cheek, didn’t hurt much but the girls were all worried about “Mr. Referee” being ok.
Oopsie, that farm sounds like a great place to unwind and see family. Safe travels. And I know what you mean about firing somebody, however much it is deserved and however many chances they got, it is never pleasant (or at least it shouldn’t be)
FCM, yeah, memory of what they have said (or maybe it’s all they can remember) is a cross many of us have had to bear with aging familty memebers.
verwirrt, “an accident with a hatchet?” There’s a story there, I bet. And there will be time, it might not be the time you want, but it’ll work out.
Cat Glove, interesting info on Hubs restrictions; hope they get lifted soon.
Made it to the gym after have my Longhorn Steak dinner, after pedaling off a bunch of calories, I decided that since Sunday and Monday are my ‘splurge’ days, I deserved a 3-scoop Butter Pecan Waffle Cone from Bruster’s, so I got it. Busted that calorie limit all to hell, and I don’t care, that was good stuff. Now home, if I was ambitious I would mow my lawn, but I think it can wait for Wednesday.
Hand is almost completely recovered, must have been bruising only, nothing broken.
Taters, that’s a pretty full day.
Knee has got a nice red ‘scrape’ mark, but no real pain and I’ve used my mom’s major fixit on it (pour Hydrogen Peroxide on it till it bubbles).
Wheelie, glad you made it to the game; guess I’ll have to look for the Huntsville Trash Panda’s schedule, been a lot of years since I’ve been to any baseball game.
OK, need to put the dishwasher dishes away and prepare for tonight’s sleepage, so take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
Church was great.
Had bread with cream cheese for breakfast.
2 slices of asiago bread, then a serving of coleslaw. Feel stuffed.
Finally going to get an overdue eye exam tomorrow and hopefully order new glasses.
I will get the story tomorrow. He also sings in one of the choruses I sing with.
And I know it’ll all get done. There’s just so much to deal with all at the same time and my brain is tired. Unfortunately my brain also likes to think at night when it’s tired instead of shutting up.
We have an electrician coming Wednesday to hopefully deal with those issues. That’s one big thing off the list.
I did accomplish the rest of the list. Now it’s time for dinner. I’m having leftover Thai BBQ chicken and leftover cheesy cauliflower. The Spousal Unit is having the rest of her Bangkok Boat, and she may have a piece of chicken.
One task wasn’t on the list, but Bevmo! is across the street from Petsmart. I got a bottle of Benedictine Liqueur and a smaller bottle of Luxardo cherry liqueur.
Dress rehearsal.
Didn’t even hafta say anything to S.M. about feeling a bit puny, which is good since I skipped being “that person” (we already have one of those, thankyouverymuch, and that shit gets old fast) and can keep this one in my back pocket for another time.
Was hoping to get out around 8, maybe 9 at the latest … was driving home at 8:30. 
Stopped at the corner sto’ for some celebratory rum, and saw a mini plastic squirt gun sitting on the counter.
Now, I love my Monkeyshines but he sometimes lives up to his name, and I’ve been wanting to get a squirt gun for a while. (A spritz of water is a good way to “explain” in Cat Language that whatever they’re doing is bad. It’snot a first-line defense, but is a good final escalation.)
But those are a summer seasonal item and weren’t for sale - at least, not the cheap kind - all winter.
So I asked if it was for sale and he said he’d give it to me for free. Score!
So now, Monks better learn to behave!
The sun was a pain in my ass today, always shining in my eyes while doing nothing to drive away the chill.
I kind wanted to play in the dirt a bit when I got home (I have MOAR SEEDS!) but it’s chilly even by my standards, and it feels nice to just sit & look at the gathering twilight & hang with y’all.
Something on this week’s delivery was either missing or misplaced, so S.M. sent me to the sister location to retrieve more supplies.
Which meant I got a few minutes to sit on my ass & have a bit of a smoke. Much appreciated!
Plus I got to see the warehouse, which is in the basement of that location. Lots and lots of stuff, all nicely organized.
They have this nifty steel “conveyer belt” of rollers that can haul boxes downstairs (from an incoming shipment) or UPSTAIRS (for stuff going out from storage) and when I think of the hours I’ve spent humping heavy totes up & down rickety narrow stairs at past jobs … { shakes fist }
Was there a hatchet involved?
No, this was transporting the body about 20 miles to be cremated. The prepaid cost was about $750ish and the transportation for those miles was $400.
I’m ready for bed.
A few of those mini quiche thingies are in the oven as a snack/appetizer. Half are bacon, half spinach - you know the kind, they have something similar in your grocery store’s freezer, too.
Monkey got a whole can of Friskies, and the rats got brown rice. They got oatmeal and flax seeds the other day; they’ll be alright.
I brought home some expired but still okay diced tomatoes from work that were about to be tossed out, so I can make a “fancy” grilled chz sandwich.
Made the executive decision that the litter box shall be Tomorrow Shoe’s problem, but I did at least roll the bin to the curb so it will be empty and awaiting the new stinky contents.
… forgot to gather up the other household trash, though. Dammit.
Upon closer inspection, it’s one of those gimmicky candy holders. BUT, I just filled it with water and gave a few experimental squirts into the kitchen sink, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t work just fine.
… upon letting it sit for a minute, I amend that statement: fires reliably but leaks like a bitch. Peed all over the lid of the clamshell full of elderly tomato bits like an unhousebroken puppy.
For a free toy that actually does its “real” job, I give it a solid 5.5/10. The extra half-point is b.c the price was right!