You know that prime rib I made for Christmas? Remember the ribs I’d cut off, then tied the roast back onto before cooking? And that I put the ribs back into the oven on low heat for a few hours? Well, I hotted up the ribs with BBQ sauce in the oven tonight. I got two ribs, and The Missus got one; but I cut them so we got the same amount of meat. We also had leftover corn (I don’t remember when we had that), and cottage cheese, and Four Buck Chuck.
Yum.
I will be enjoying hot Lipton for a while. No milk or cream though. I burped a bit, my stomach felt normal.
jane, you’re not fooling any of us one bit.
Most of us with any kind of rural background got flopped by a rooster or goose as a rite of passage. 
(I was both flopped by a rooster and chased by a mean @$$hole of a gander as a kid).
I went to visit my girlfriend in Marina del Rey 30 years ago. She wasn’t home yet, so I ambled. I was bitten by a goose on my inner thigh. [Maxwell Smart] Missed it by that much. [/MS]
(Tangentially related to ‘Cupid’. 
)
My babysitter had a “pet” Canadian Goose with a bad wing. the @$%^&^! bit the snot out my finger once.
I’d say you are her equal. 
And poor Jolene, losing her hussy charm with age.
Nitpick: Canada goose.
Nitpick: I called her something completely different that day.
We saw, admired, and did not interact with these dinosaurs today.
Me: < drops piece of popcorn >
Spot: < bats popcorn under stove >
The next 20 minutes:
That reminds me: Catmom bought a ‘fountain’ water dish (similar to this one) for Goo and Abbey. She’s seen Abbey use it twice; so Abbey, at least, is using it. She bought an automatic kibble dispenser for them that arrived today. It has two dishes, one on each side.
Anything so precise as to involve half-ounce measures of chopped veg (as opposed to “some,” “a handful” or “to taste”) is a recipe.
“Aruba, Jamaica, ooooh I wanna take ya …” 
Meow.
Dorothy Parker wasn’t ezzactly part of the Internet generation. (1893-1967)
Hot tea is the #1 choice of doting grandmas everywhere if you have an unhappy tummy.
If you have it, mint tea is especially good for soothing tum-tums, but whatever you have on hand will almost always help.
Plus, the steam is helpful for sinus crud, too.
And refused to tell us what kind, so we couldn’t even invite ourselves over. Hmph.
Duck eggs, compared to chicken, have a much bigger yolk-to-white ratio, and the yolk is always richer/fattier (this is a feature, not a bug, as far as I’m concerned) which I assume is related to how much more fat renders off a roasted duck vs. a chicken.
I’d luxuriate in that, too … except my brain (and the rest of my body) can be finicky about that whole “going back to sleep” thing after being awakened.
I am finding that to be less of a problem as I grow older … must be that silver lining to everything else with my shambling corpse going to hell.
What did you DO?!?
Peacocks, while noisy, aren’t usually as nasty as cobra chickens geese, or swans.
Yeah, keep hand-waving away & coming up with selfish justifications for your good deeds. We see through you.
Yeah.
(I’m done with G.C. but haven’t had the bandwidth to go find someone new. I sometimes fantasize about S.M. randomly being like, “You know what? I know someone tall, young, and I think he’s pretty cute … he lives nearby, wanna see a picture?” because that would just be the perfect solution.)
Naw, you want the entertaining drunk cases. Bonus points if the defendant shows up to court sauced.
Sounds just like Backup Manager and Grandma Crew today; swear to all the gods imma catch something from one of them.
HA! You reminded me of something I’d forgotten, about the last house I lived in, back in Texas.
There were two switches in each bathroom. When my former I.T. Guy and I moved in together, we naturally investigated the switches … one was for the light, obvs, and the other was for … A FUCKING HEAT LAMP THAT WAS INSTALLED IN EACH BATHROOM.
IN TEXAS.
W. T. everloving. F.
Come to think on it, my parents would probably love that idea, the friggin “thermostat set to 79 friggin’ degrees” lizards.
That cat really earned her name.
Did you console her by singing Dolly Parton to her?
Fuck me sideways, that used to be Two-Buck Chuck.
{ Old Person Voice } Things cost more! Grt offa my lawn! { shakes fist feebly }
Unsurprisingly, I ate less than half of what I brought. (Someone’s eyes were bigger than their stomach.)
Had to get S.M. to open my salsa jar for me - I routinely bring her jars to open, she’s a solid decade older than me but she’s strong in that “I’m nice, but don’t fuck with me” kind of way - and also, it was Car(e)less Co-worker’s birthday, so there were cupcakes and other sweets to enjoy.
… including a bag of grapes from S.M. who heartily encouraged me to take the leftovers home for the ratties.
Brought back my halfa-baked-tater, too, in case I wanted it for dinner … and I kinda do, but I also need to seriously decompress (I’m friggin’ wired right now) and I’m thinking maybe slurping some hot soup might do the trick.
And no, the bottle of coffee isn’t to blame; it’s still sitting, unopened, in my car.
Blame the bright-ass lights (one of the ceiling lights has been out for weeks and got fixed the other day … my gawd, the difference! it’s like being in a surgical operating room) plus the 80s rock we were playing during close definitely got the ol’ adrenaline goin’.
It quit raining, so I may take myself out for a 3 a.m. walk. to help wind down. I’m jealous of whoever earlier said they have fog … walking in a dense, heavy fog is second best, only thing better is walking in a snowfall, as far as I’m concerned. (Assuming proper gear/clothing/provisions, and preferably little or no wind.)
Precisely my favorite, too. Tiny half-spoonful of sugar, and that’s it.
Sorry, Brits, but I can’t get behind dairy in my tea.
I have never encountered “flopped” in this context.
“I came home from work and Monkey flopped onto the floor,” sure.
(That’s his “OMFG YOU’RE HOME!!1!” ritual.)
But not with vicious poultry, no.
… and I thought I felt old!
Does the stove do that thing like Netflix, and eventually ask, “Are you still watching?”
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 65 Amurrkin out with heavy rain and tstorms in the area with a predicted high of 73 and N.O.S. later this afternoon. TWPTB say rain will end around eleven this mornin’. The big item on today’s agenda is deheathenization in which I have Verger duty. After that it will be back to da cave for more soup. At the rate we are slurpin’ down the soup it will be gone tomorrow. So gooooood!
shoe the soup is made from some leftover prime rib. I used the bones which had some meat attached. It also contains barley, peas, carrots, N.O.T., onion, celery and garlic. One of my better efforts if’n I do say so myself.
Now I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then purtification for deheathenization shall commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Morning, mumpers! It’s currently 7c/45f with a predicted high of 8c/47f, and partly cloudy. Weather app says “This weather is fucking fine. Just don’t put makeup on while you’re driving, you’ll poke your fucking eye out.” Sound advice, right?
And my work here is done
I don’t usually set an alarm at the weekend but I’m almost always awake around the same time. I think it’s my conscience not allowing me to sleep too late because Shadow needs his meds at 12hr intervals so I have to be up and functioning to make sure he gets them roughly on time. At least I’m up, so I can make a cuppa at the same time!
That sounds good - I have a smoked ham joint in the fridge for dinner tonight, the remains may well end up as soup.
That is so annoying, especially after 6 months when you should be able to rely on him to do the thing that’s a vital part of the role. I hope he comes up with a good plan, and doesn’t just reply with “my plan is to update the spreadsheet”.
I posted a pic of the workout screen on farcebook, and also posted it in a group that a friend directed me to - it’s called 666 Moments, and I was the 666th member of the group!
Cookie I’m sorry your plans have been disrupted by a wandering virus, I hope you manage to avoid it and also find plenty of yummy things that require ham!
We stayed up very late watching films last night but I was still out of bed around 9am to feed the cats and give Shadow his meds. Did go back to bed for a while, Cherry came up for a snuggle but didn’t settle so I decided I might as well get up. I have no plans for today, I will need to venture out to get more cat littler but that’s a job for Tomorrow Me. Today Me will enjoy some slothage instead as that seems like a sensible way to spend the day.
Lunch will be foraged from leftovers in the fridge, and tonight’s dinner will be the aforementioned smoked ham joint that will be accompanied by roast potatoes and some veggies. Other than that, today remains delightfully unplanned.
You need something to counteract the a/c set at 62°!
Nor can I. Just a little cancer-causing artificial sweetener and I’m good to go.
I can report that deviled eggs with diced ham in the filling is very VERY yummy! From the Department of Why Didn’t I Think Of That Before… Also quiche.
It’s 54° at the moment, headed for a high of 64°! Rain possible this afternoon and likely overnight, then sun tomorrow. Other than emptying the dishwasher, I have no plans. I should probably de-ash the basement fireplace. Maybe. We shall see. Can you tell I’m lacking any flavor of motivation?
Happy Sunday!!
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off today. Morning cleaning an afternoon sloth and handegg are on the agenda. Spot is doing Screaming Tuxedo Zoomies at the moment.
< flings ham slice at shoe >
I’ll get the upgrade in the next lease.
I think I see a solution.
Hydrate.
My mouth is so dry I cant even lick my lips.
Good morning everyone.
It’s 45F and raining. A steady rain will fall throughout the morning, changing to afternoon showers with a high temperature of 47F. Soggy, soggy, soggy.
Cookie, I’m sorry your dinner plans were wrecked by illness.
JtC, poor little Jolene; she must have been beside herself. Also, I can’t recall how the egg tasted; just how sad I was that Oma would eat what would’ve become my pet.
Oopsie, I’m glad you enjoyed time with your friends and hope you’re feeling better soonest.
My son went home late afternoon yesterday. We hung out, drank some tea (he’s a big fan), and helped him pack his stuff into his Jeep. When he got home, he realized he’d forgotten one of his Christmas presents. I had purchased some American Waygu steaks from Snake River Farms for him (and my daughter’s family). They look beautiful, and I hope he and my daughter’s family enjoy them.
I need to do laundry today, and perhaps I’ll meander over to the gettin’ sto for some carrots and celery so I can make some prime rib soup. I have all the other ingredients.
I have one more day off, and if I’m smart, I’ll knock out the chores so I can veg tomorrow. This last week just flew by, and I’m not looking forward to returning to work on Tuesday.
Okay, I need a shower. I think I’m going to leave the tree up until next weekend. I don’t feel like mucking about with that today.
My best to all of you.
It’s about 100 miles.
I’ve had two apartments in middle Tennessee with those. They were both built in the early sixties.
That tends to be when a bird uses its wings as a weapon. Sometimes, they’ll just chase you, flopping their wings and hitting you; sometimes, they’ll actually latch hold of your back while doing that.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted and fixing to do KP / Sunday chores. It will be a short irkweek, since I’ll be taking the second and sixth off to get a bit of R&R in.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!