Yay, you might have to kill him. At a minimum take all the bolts or firing pins out of his guns til he finds or replaces all the hardware needed to put stuff back together. Somebody is gonna be spending a lot of time at the hardware store. Again and again and again.
When I take something apart like that I immediately seal it in a freezer ziplock bag, clearly label the bag with a sharpie and then tape the whole shebang to a piece of whatever I took apart. Instruction manuals I am not so good at keeping track of.
I cleaned. I laundered. i dozed off on the couch. Spot trampled me awake. I’m having a Cuba Libré, since the Likker Sto has been out of Korbel brandy for 2 weeks.
I’ve never had that happen. Maybe his teeth hurt?
“One soiled.”
Especially since GG would have to look up the number for 911.
Himalayan possum. Because you find him a layin’ in the middle of the road.
As long as you don’t poop in a pew.
I’ve done the Reading at Morning Mass a time or two. I can imagine the the priest watching and thinking, “He does the reading beautifully but…the sins.”
< visualized GG shoving chicks in his mouth as the come down the belt >
You are in one of the parts of the country where “some men need killing” is a valid defense.
I’m sure that is what the priest was thinking about me but at least he could count on me to show up when I said I would. Plus I trained all the altar servers for him for years and he knew I could always wander into the pews and find him a trained, winsome child to serve on short notice. Often it was my daughter or one of my nieces, which is exactly what got me damned to hell eternal back home.
It was no secret in that diocese that I’d been excommunicated in my home diocese. That actually was hugely in my favor. My home diocese is hands down the most backwards reactionary diocese in America. That a sister-in-law was a nun in this new diocese and my beloved father-in-law of the same last name was the first layman in the Archdiocese to be ordained a deacon didn’t hurt.
Instruction manuals can also be taped to the back of the appliance.
Hubs is usually really good at bagging and labeling stuff. He was tired and stressed and in a rush. Doesn’t matter, he’s going to really be stressed and rushing trying to find hardware on the Fourth.
Thanks, pilot and red. I have a feeling the woman is deceased, but I’m really not sure. I saw that the EMT’s and the husband were walking from the apartment to the rig, so if the Mrs. was on board, she must have been loaded earlier, and I don’t think they would have loaded and left her if she were still alive. I hope I’m wrong.
My only interaction with this couple was shortly after they moved in. They were both outside and introduced themselves as I passed. The woman said something about the neighbors bringing cookies to new tenants in their last complex, so I baked cookies and brought them down the next day. When I knocked, the husband opened the door about 4 inches and peered out. (There IS a peep hole.) I said I’d brought cookies, and he opened the door about a foot and reached out, which is when I realized He. Was. Nekkid. Um, maybe put on a robe or towel, or, or, or perhaps don’t answer the door?
Shortly after that, they put a polyresin turtle by their door…a creepy, standing-on-its-back-legs polyresin turtle with reflective glass eyes. Every dog in the complex growls at it. So they’re weird, but I still hope they’re both OK.
My son called because it’s Sunday. So excited that I get to see him and the puppers in 3 days! Waiting for his sister to call.
JtC, I’m SO glad your hubs got home safe and sound and that you had a lively homecoming celebration! I got misty-eyed reading about the GG-hubs reunion.
Blasphemy! I like you anyway, though.
I love traveling on trains and am happy about MetalMouse’s trip. My last overnight trip was on the Empire Builder from Seattle to Chicago (and then onto the 2017 Women’s March in DC ivia plane. I met so many interesting people! The staff seats you at whatever table has empty seats and tells you to make friends, which I did. I didn’t find the recliners all that comfy, but I did sleep.
I was going to say, “Let me introduce you to Rawlins, Wyoming, the bleakest town this side of Siberia.” Then I remembered that Rawlins doesn’t have any nice hotels, so your theory stands. And if anyone knows hotels, it’d be you! (That doesn’t sound right. I mean because of your career.)
shoe, I loved the purple story! What a nice guy! I bet he would have wiped the mouth of the bottle on his sleeve first if you’d said yes.
Coppertone, sorry about the quiz. It’s good they let you retake it, though!
Hippie, I’m really impressed with that quilt! I’m really impressed with all your work, but I’m so ignorant in that line that I never know what to say except some variation of “Wow!”
No 'Murican cheese? Traitors! Of course, it’s a cheese product, but I wouldn’t think West Virginians would make that distinction, since most 'Muricans don’t. Next you’re going to tell me they don’t have any spray cheese.
Just FYI, you can’t talk on your cell phone in the passenger cars. You have to go to the lower deck near the luggage storage. I like that rule, though.
Evening all. We’re approaching Anniston, AL and should be in Atlanta by 11pm Eastern Time. Don’t know if I’ll still be awake by then or not, we’ll have to see how it goes. Dinner was Chicken Parmesan with Linguine, not too bad. They are still showing us on-time for Washington, but’ll I’ll see what it says when I get up tomorrow. The car conductor will be around in about a half-hour to make up my bed, so that will help convince me to turn in early (up at 5:30am today).
FCM, will be in DC on 24-25-26 June and then head for Chicago on the 27th. Am not getting a rental car, will rely on the Metro (my hotel is literally on top of a station). Didn’t expect to see y’all this time, what with everything going on the last thing you need is a relative stranger (and a complete one to your family) showing up, Catch you the next time.
red, hope Nelson’s appetite revives.
Sari, feel better soon. I watch a You Tube channel by Noel Phillips, an English guy who reports on his flights all over the world, sometimes with trains and buses included.
JtC, from being happy to see your husband again to contemplating homicide…I see you have had a long marriage…
OK, time to get the bed made up, should be in the Eastern Time Zone in the next 15 minutes or so. Take care all and I’ll catch you on the next MMP.
“Was it a dream where you see yourself standing in sort of sun-god robes on a pyramid, with a thousand naked women screaming and throwing little pickles at you?”
Mariticide (from Latin maritus “married” + -cide, from caedere “to cut, to kill”) literally means the murder of one’s spouse, but has become most associated with the murder of a husband. The term mariticide is principally used to refer to the murder of a husband by his wife.…
From ‘new words’, Collins English dictionary. Published by HarperCollins in Glasgow, which explains a lot.
The little questioning merp made my eyes water as well. I’m so sorry Hubs is so deaf, he saw GG open his mouth but wasn’t able to hear that “I love you” squeak.
Velveeta is what most folks think is American cheese. They are so wrong, 'Merican cheese is made from other cheeses, not oils and milk solids.
T’is strange, WV is cattle country and the weather is perfect for cheese making.
We didn’t have to be married that long before I first considered homicide!
So, off with me. It is almost 2300 and I am going to the laundromat in the morning and I will be using four machines so want to get there early. (of course the last time I was there, there were no crowds breathing down my neck for the dryer, but you never know)
Gettin’ late here and I probably ought to go to bed instead.
If’n he di’n’t need killin’ 'afore, he just might now. Yowchety yowch yowch!!! Here’s hoping it turns up.
At least where I’ve lived, EMTs don’t transport the dead. Now they might transport somebody who’s probably dead or at least near-term doomed, but if so they’ll be doing their full CPR and going with full lights and sirens until an MD at the hospital sees the patient with their own eyes, declares the EMT’s efforts futile and gives them clearance to quit, then declares the patient deceased once breathing & pulse stop for good. That’s how my Mom’s last few minutes went.
IMO … If neighbor lady was in the van, she was plenty alive and (given the no lights and siren) in no immediate danger. If she wasn’t in the van because she was already long since cold and stiff, there’s no good reason for them to transport the husband unless he was so shook up as to be a patient himself. They’d be real unlikely to leave a dead body alone in there without a cop or other emergency worker present. Removing the body falls to the survivors and funeral homes, not the government.
Right outside the airport in Newark NJ is a row of crappy ~10-story late 1960s construction hotels. They’ve each been every brand of midrange-minus hotel you can imagine over the years. Sheraton? Check. Holiday Inn? Check. etc. Right behind them all is NJ’s Northern State Prison. Staying at one of the prison-adjacent hotels is simply a rite of passage in the airline industry. But unlike most rites of passage, this one seems to need to be renewed every few months for a whole career. And much like being in jail yourself, you can’t leave the grounds of the hotel. A) there’s nothing around there, and B) the area is sketchy as fuck and has been since forever. Whatever is not a prison is a rail yard or a freeway.
the same reason my relatives get Panda Express or Mcdonalds when in the same casino as 5 of the award-winning Food Network chefs have 4-star dining options…
Yeah, we ost our minor league team when they realigned …funny thing is we’d just won the single A California league folr the 2nd time in 3 years …i only went once or twice but it was almost more fun than Dodger Stadium…
SWMBO liked the pizza. She had three slices! I had two so Mi Esposa has one more slice in the fridge. Just a ‘plain’ pizza - pepperonti & olive – but she liked it enough to have an extra slice. That makes me happy. I had my two, snd that’s enough for me.
Just got off the phone with an old friend who is a Trump Cultist. God, how can people be so blind? I guess fascism is okay, as long as gas is cheap. Look: Trump is the biggest threat to the United States in this country’s history. I grew up studying fascism. I cannot BELIEVE people can’t see it.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. The heat index is currently 87.
As I noted to a friend, “Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it. those of us who do learn from history will be screaming “I told you so!” when it happens again.” And fascism produced poor economies anyways.
really are misty.