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Some Monkey skritches 
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for good measure. If we take care of Monkey, he’ll take care of her.
I guess a point on which I am now obsessing is that if this car was a building, the inaccessibility of the internal fusebox would be blatantly illegal.
Maybe there needs to be an automotive electrical code that applies to cars the same way the National Electrical Code (NEC) applies to buildings, based on similar principles.
I get that a car is different than a building, and that the NEC might not be feasible to apply, there, but some principles are pretty obvious, such as the need for overcurrent-protection devices to be easily accessible.
That makes sense. My HS had no soccer team, so I always considered it something that came into being sometime in the 80s.
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Picked up the prescriptions and a few groceries. Came home and did Sunday chores. Now, I have a small beast on my lap making puppy noises.
When I came home, the neighbors across the fence (Lupio’s and Perry’s family) had a third dog tethered outside. I wonder if they got a new puppy (he was obviously a little guy with a puppy’s voice) or a visitor for the holidays.
I think I’ll start addressing my Xmas cards this evening.
Well, the green pencil is up and lighted. Crosby is warbling on the music maker. I think we need to figure out how to fit a larger tree into this space. We have a ton of ornaments from different parts of the world, but there is no room on this stick of a tree.
Maybe string ribbon or garland along walls and hang ornaments from that for more display space? 
I’m going to piggyback on wet one’s offer, so if anyone would like another handmade card, please message me.
Mista Kotta!!! Mista Kotta!!!
PM sent
Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated, et stoner food and achieved nappage. I went to the Advent Lessons and Carols thing which lasted just over an hour. Then I yakked it up with some folk for a bit. Then it was Netflix, chill and popcorn time. Oh, the biiiiiig trash can got hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Thus has been the day in swampland.
The Commanders spanked the Titans, and Daughter and SIL seemed to have a good time. After Tobias had his bath and I was putting his pull-ups on, he informed me that I hurt his penis. Then he went on to say penis at least half a dozen more times, with his sister chiming in about her vagina. Yes, Daughter answers their questions honestly and without using cutesy terminology - a fallback to when she had to teach sex-ed to middle schoolers. She said she’d start the unit by standing in front of the class saying “penis, vagina, penis, vagina, penis, vagina, penis, vagina - OK, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s get started.”
Anyway, I’m home and beat. MIL never got out of bed all day. FCD talked to his brother and is extremely irritated about that whole situation. I’ll try to discuss it with him tomorrow when he’s cooled down some. I think he’s blowing some of it way out of proportion…
For now, tho, chillage. And early bedtime, I hope.
I want them for my feets!! And I just went and bought a pair for my Xmas present to myself.
JtC, loved the crows and the cats story. Enjoy the snow.
shoe, hope the IRS news isn’t to bad.
I was doing good if I could make a 2-part snowman. And what does a snow goon look like?
red, I think there were about 12-13 high schools in all of Northern Ohio that had soccer teams when I was playing and most of them were private schools/academies…these days almost every school has boys and girls teams.
Got 4 loads of laundry done, exercised 1,600 calories off, and dined on Meatloaf in the evening at the Metro Diner, so a very good day all around. Waiting for the Southwest Chief to arrive in LaPlate, MO on the Virtual Railfan camera and then some more internettin’ and newspaper readin’ and maybe watch some of the evening tackleball game. The Sunday NY Times for today had their Winter puzzle section included, including a full 2-page crossword with over 1000 clues to figure out, so that will keep me entertained until Xmas.
FCM, think daughter is doing the right thing, but expect some of the parents whose kids attend school with them to have the vapors once they begin sharing their knowledge with their classmates…
Now need to do some browsing and then put those 4 loads of laundry away where they belong. Have a good evening and if I don’t check in for my late night final, catch y’all on the next MMP.
The cat food is still out there. Hubs told me I should pick it up before the skunks get it, but I’ve never seen nor smelled a skunk here so I’ll just leave it out for the squirrel.
The snow all melted off by noon but it was pretty while it lasted.
A certified letter says that if she doesn’t do anything, they will start taking half her paycheck in about 20 weeks. I sent her a PM saying that but what I forgot to tell her is that the government drone who is waiting for her to call really just wants a response so they can put a check mark by "contacted shoe who is wanting to set up a payment plan* on their task list and move on.
It should not be a hard call to make, but unwanted calls are always the hardest ones.
Tomorrow I’m going to head to town and shop for my Secret Santa. Pepperoni rolls are on my list, I’m thinking that if I vacuum seal them individually and then freeze them, they should survive their post office experience. I hope.
I checked our outside treat box and saw that all of the pepperoni rolls I put out on Wednesday are gone so I’ll be sure to buy more for the drivers as well. They also seem to really like the faux hostess twinkies and chocolate rolls so those are on my list as well.
Our regular UPS driver will knock on our door and put heavy boxes inside for me. He doesn’t come in, he just puts it inside and waves while grabbing some treats on his way back to the truck. That’s worth a couple of dollars of snacks any day!
I cleaned. I laundered. I made lunch with the Thanksgiving turkey and green beans.
Me: < tries to nap >
Spot: < crawls under comforter and attacks various appendages > “Behold! I am the Invisible Molecat! Meet thy doom! mwahahahahaha!”
So I’m having a Boulevardier, pig and leftover Thanksgiving sides(mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing), sauteed asparagus with [Bobby Flay]Calabrian Chilies[/Bobby Flay] plus canned cranberry sauce. ALL HAIL THE UNHOLY FRUIT OBELISK!
So I did know a dude who ate nothing but Captain Crunch at State for a semester. Ok, he did drink a bunch of beer too. But there’s no shame for what you did.
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I’ll have to do that.
(and I made a two headed snow creature in the ceramics section of art class in high school)
< Makes note for future >
You got it! I did two heads and three arms. And a passerby recognized it for what it was.
I wish I could see your ceramic figure.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
I need to get it from my parents. and the roadkill snake.
On a loosely-related note, a day or two ago, our microwave oven was found dead. As in no sign that it was getting any power at all. No lights on the display, no response to any buttons, nothing. Just dead.
I verified that the receptacle into which it was plugged was alive, and that there was power in the power cord.
So, pulling it out, and taking it apart, I did find a fuse inside of it. A blown fuse would have explained its [lack of] behavior, but alas, that didn’t turn out to be the problem. I verified that the fuse was good, and that power was getting past it to other points inside the microwave oven.
In the end, we had to declare this one dead, and @Seanette and I had to venture out to buy a new one. But what the f••• was the fuse doing inside the microwave oven, where only someone with well-above-average technical skills and tools (the microwave oven is held together with “tamper-resistant” Torx screws, requiring special tools that most people wouldn’t have) could get at it, or even know it was there. Same principle as before; the very purpose of a fuse is to be something that fails in place of something more expensive, and that is easy to replace.
It used to be, and I can think of no good reason for it to ever be otherwise, that devices that contained fuses had easy external access thereto. This example is a 1963 Tektronix 502A oscilloscope. You can clearly see the access to the fuse, along with sufficient information to know what rating of fuse it needs.
