Good to know, both Hubs and our daughter are lactose intolerant. Generally I can only find vanilla or chocolate for them. Since our daughter is coming for Father’s Day, I think I’ll see if I can find some for them.
Thanks everyone for the kind words. That was a bit of a sucker punch, I never expected her to start losing something so fundamental to her life.
She asked me to order her an electric can opener because she doesn’t have Prime anymore. I assumed it was because her old hands couldn’t deal with using a manual one, but now I’m wondering if she forgot how to do that as well cause she has always had issues with manual can openers. Yes, left handed can openers are a thing, but they were very hard to find back in the day so she just struggled with right handed ones all of her life.
Big sigh.
I’m always happy to see men at needlework seminars. You guys deserve to be able to enjoy textile arts too, it’s so much fun. Plus, the more people doing a hobby, the more shops open and more new designs are created.
I’m not surprised the other students also had problems with that square as well. (I always like the validation I get in class when everyone else has had the same problem as me. It makes me feel not so stoopid.)
Hubs has been known to complain about the hole in his glass. You know, the big one that lets all of the beer evaporate.
His fur so so shiny now, you have been feeding him well. Such a handsome boi!
I hope you had a great day!
You are also being very kind to GG. This is the same cat that forgets that cats can jump and that he can jump straight up to the top of our fridge with no contact with the fridge on his way up.
We have a puzzle ball that kittah has to roll around to get treats. I have never been able to teach GG that he actually has to touch the ball instead of looking at it and whining. VBC chased it once or twice and then figured out that all she had to do was hold the ball with her paw and move it around to get all the treats she wants.
We don’t have external handles, but we think that if we get a someone to come over and put magnetic latches on the doors, top and bottom, that should be enough to defeat GG while also not making us have to fumble around with the childproof stuff.
Ice cream is perfect breakfast food. Milk, cream, and veggies.
You are so sweet!
You might change your mind about me when I wimp out on sending you custom micro-doses cause that is something I know nothing about and I certainly wouldn’t want to send the wrong thing and make things worse for you. You need to talk to someone who knows much more than me. I really do hope you find something that helps.
Reading further, it seems as thought I wasn’t needed after all. One of those big tough guys was scared to walk across the street alone.
But, yeah, if I can scare Hells Angels into picking up their cigarette butts, I can scare a few Proud Boys into behaving. Once I get started lecturing about the bad things they are doing, just about anyone is willing to do whatever it takes to just shut me up.
Oh go you!
I’m going to have to make hubs go to the park and walk with me, he’s spending all of his time sitting in front of his monster filled monitor and that just isn’t good for us old farts.
That is my least favorite thing to do.
Good on you for getting stuff done. I thought cats were the ones up all night, I thought dogs liked to curl up in their den and snooze when it was dark, but I really know nothing about living with dogs. We had one once, but she came to us with a whole lot of baggage, so I know that living with her wasn’t like living with a real dog.
I have been very uninspired today. I haven’t played in the yard, I don’t have any interest in playing with milk and I haven’t even brushed the cats. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, I’ve got shit to do.
I wish I didn’t have to walk at every opportunity. I’d rather catch up on my DVR shows or working on something fun. But the quack wants me to exercise. Don’t get me wrong; this is a nice place to walk. I got fairly close to a great blue heron today. And there are people with dogs. But it’s a chore, even with my usual 3.1 miles. So I just have to think of ‘Just put one foot in front of the other…’
About a dozen grey-haired middle aged friends and I stared down the Westboro Baptist Church hooligans 10 years ago when they tried to picket a funeral at a temple in my town. We joined hands, looked at them sternly and they turned tail. JtC & nellie, you would have fit right in.
May freddy boy rot in hell.
Those assholes were why we joined the Patriot Guard. Never got the chance to interact with them, but we were ready to sing. The only song everyone knew was God Bless America, which would have been sang loudly and badly for as long as needed. Only one verse, thou, not a lot of people know all of them.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave. Should be a decent one, since they have to do the Saturday Air as well.
Tonight’s Cheese Time With Spot was pepper jack cheese. I didn’t think cats like spicy food. 
Many years ago friends and I stood across from the WBC right here in Topeka. That’s where the rock that their church is under is located. At 68 I am the age of Phred’'s older kids, and have know about them ever since I was in school. Before the picketing we knew they were strange, but it wasn’t as bad as it became.
Anyway, it was nearly Christmas, so we were across the intesection of 10th an Gage, and we started singing Christmas carols I had printed out. Some were religious, some secular, just like our group, But oh boy, when we got to “don we now our GAY apparel” we really belted that out! We came back the next Sunday and they had a sign made especially for us. We were THE SODOMITE SINGERS. Didn’t bother us, some were gay and some were not. If I do say so myself, considering there was no rehearsal, we did a pretty good job. The music was all fairly familiar, even religious tunes like “Lo How a Rose Ere Blooming.”
We sang Pete Seeger’s/Woody Guthrie’s “This Land Is Your Land” and “We Shall Overcome”. We were shielding a temple so we tried to be ecumenical. Seemed to have the desired repellent effect.
Good for you!