(Old) Spot-ify: The MMP That's The Cat's Meow

They’re both on too late for me on a work night.

Same temp here, but raining.

I hope that all of the Fairy Chats are feeling better soonest, Moooooom.

While we all had fun with her this weekend, she was glad to see her dad this afternoon.

He’s found a soft, warm place that smells like his humans. <3

Penny’s gone home and I think Nelson is liking the individual lap time. :slight_smile: Dinner was good (I sent home some beans, greens and cornbread with Penny’s dad so’s he wouldn’t have to forage after his trip home.) Just surfing and messing around in the studio until bedtime. I’ll likely finish up a trio of cards that just need assembly.

Afternoon all. Ennui won out so I have spent the day mucking about the internet and doing a couple minor chores, jut waiting for the game time to come around so I can open up the Lays bag and begin chomping potato chips. And yes, Cat Glove. I’ve probably lived in warmer climes long enough that sustained days of below freezing temperatures are a distant memory. Such is life.

Hippie, great pic and it looks like pretty good camouflage so be careful when you lay your head down…

FCM, bad news on the credit card front. Have you ever considered just going to a different source and starting afresh? Or is the account too closely tied with various bills (like mine is)? Glad you caught them quick.

And about 80 minutes to go. Maybe start watching early and look for the new commercials.

MetalMouse - my credit union isn’t the problem. Thieves are, somewhere. I have no idea how they snagged our number, nor do I know who opened an account at Amazon under my name. I’m wondering if someone managed to hack our Jungle account. Password has been changed and when I calm down a bit more, I’ll add another means of verification.

Can’t imagine, tho, how someone got a card in my name since all 3 of my credit reports are frozen…

I blame Musk.

The Puppy Bowl started at 2pm, 3 hrs long so 2-5pm, then repeats 5-8pm, then repeats 8-11pm. Although, I think you’re in Central time so 1-4pm, then 4-7pm, then 7-10pm.

Buddy is fond of sleeping IN the bed (he’s there as I type). That bed lump purrs when petted or cuddled. :slight_smile:

Considering that I’m up at 0200, everything but the first broadcast of the Puppy Bowl (which I’d already missed when I posted) is too late for me.

I did finish assembling another trio of steampunk cards this afternoon.

I went down briefly to the lobby.

I believe the intestinal upset was food related. A very intense 2 hours. All is quiet now.

Metal mouse, I found the Sunday NYT at the fancy grocery store! I’m so excited! It was $6 so I won’t do it every week but now I know where I can get it. Supposably there are 3 winter storms this week moving in and we could get up to 10 inches of snow, so I have reading material AND the crossword.

The visit with Ariel went well. She is such a good girl. I plan on a lesson next weekend. I’ve decided the hell with my hamstring. It’s not going to hold me back.

Yes, I intentionally typed supposably.

  Not my best, but time is short, and I expect to be very busy between now and the deadline, so this will have to do.

Howdy Y’all! We deheathenated and decided to hang and socialize a bit afterwards. There were some good snackies so that sufficed for N.O.L. Nappage, day drinkin’ and sup were accomplished. The biiiiiig trash can got hauled all the way down to the road for pickup tomorrow. Thus is the Sunday news from swampland. No Superb Owl is bein’ watched.

Oh man, I haven’t had one of those since the 80’s. Now I want a Tequila Sunrise!

Yeah, about that. I didn’t like the french knots so picked them all out and did cross stitches instead.

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This is why I don’t even consider designing my own patterns, it’s taken a week just to figure out some small accents.

So…you are almost management? Nice!

I’m glad you are feeling better and hope the game doesn’t kick your butt.

I’m sure that would not have been good for your shoulders, you made the right choice!

Do you have to pee? Did you know that when we are awake and upright, our feet and legs swell during the day because it is so hard for your heart to pump the excess water up to your kidneys. Once you lay down for a while, your heart gets a break and pumps all the water out of your feet and legs and then you wake up because you have to pee. Or at least that’s how it works for me.

Sorry that everyone got sick, I hope they recover without giving it to you.

No baffles. Despite their reputation, the first waterbeds were not good sex beds. If you got out of sync with the waves important things could get bent and if you went with the waves, someone was guaranteed to hit bottom at the wrong time.

Many burn units still use waterbeds for burn victims because of the gentle support.

I hope you were able to walk into one store and find everything you needed so you don’t have to go to other stores.

That used to infuriate me at our last place. I would watch them stop at the stop sign and just fling things into our yard before driving away. Every so often, I would recognize the vehicle and would clean up all of the trash from our culverts and take it to their yard and throw it over their fence.

I used to helpfully return old yard sale signs that had addresses as well. I am not a nice person.

Infuriating.

He’s a deep sleeper!

So how do the official sites measure snow? I’ve been lucky enough to see lots of snow this winter and it moves and blows around and melts while falling. This is all very confusing to me.

Who’s the boss? George is 20 lbs and Jolene is 9. Jolene tells George how his day will be and he just purrs and gives her ear washes.

I am so sorry. It is heartbreaking to watch someone you love turn into a stranger.

That’s why I started campaigning for the Pres in Charge of Vice to run for Leader of the Pack and then bribed people to vote for him. Not only did we have to set up local charity runs, we were in charge of organizing the yearly visit to the Wounded Warrior barracks in San Diego. That included motel rooms and a visit to a USMC graduation ceremony.

I found a motel that would reserve an entire wing, parking lot and picnic/bbq area for us. That was great, they were smart enough to quarantine us scary and loud bikers away from their regular customers. The morning we were saddling up to ride home, we would do the usual morning briefing and I would always ask if they had remembered to tip the maids. Blank looks. “The women who are going to be cleaning up the toilets after your scuzzy asses shit in them all weekend.” Most of them would look at me like I had solved the mystery of 42, then would run back to their rooms to leave money.

Of course they loved us at the base, all of those old Marines going home for a visit and bringing money. We got reserved seats for the ceremonies and tours by handsome young men who tried their best to tell men older than them about the base they had been trained at.

I always took pity on the poor guide when they took off like a clowder of feral cats and would tell him to just walk. Keep walking, I will listen and they’ll come back when they get hungry.

It was so much fun, but SO much work that I thought that five years was enough. Your brother had much more patience than me!

At least I was spared waking up in water like the last time. I blame the manufacturer for this upset, we’ve only had one other mattress split the seam, but that mattress was over ten years old and had moved house twice.

Heating waterbeds is expensive, so we stopped doing that at least 20 years ago. They make warm and cool thermal mattress pads so you can change them out as needed.

Oh my goodness, consider yourself to be very lucky you weren’t a Mumper when that was happening. I was all “Oh, look at our cute lil kitty, so sweet and cuddly!” to “OMFG!!! This cat is in heat, FML!!!” overnight. The whining was intense, LOL!

Every so often even the best vet makes a mistake. Jolene was a shelter cat who went to their vet to be spayed. That vet had been doing low cost s/n for the shelter for decades, she knew what she was doing, I have no bad words to say about her.

She missed a little bit of ovarian tissue and Jolene ended up with Ovarian Remnant Syndrome. This is pretty uncommon, but not unheard of.

There is a rather expensive test (300 bucks) for cats so of course the shelter and the vet wanted to wait and be sure that Jolene really was displaying all of the symptoms before moving forward and re-spaying her.

During that time, poor George was so confused and we couldn’t take the constant displaying and calling, so we paid for the bloodwork and Jolene got spayed a second time.

Ya know those dinky lil incisions most cats come home with? Her’s was three inches long because the vet had to be able to get her hand in there and really dig around.

She recovered quickly and turned back into the queen of the house.

And I know for a fact that they always got extra because you are the sort who wants to finish what you are doing despite what the clock says.

I’m sorry she is still feeling so poorly, losing a beloved pet can be overwhelming.

Didn’t your mom ever tell you that you don’t have to jump off a cliff just because all of your friends are. Stop doing that!

Hubs used to just toss his socks and unders in the general direction of the hamper. I refused to pick them up and would just leave them there until he picked them up when he did his laundry.

Then BubbaCat thought that peeing on Dad’s stinky socks was a great idea. They were in his bathroom, so again, I just left them there. That laundry day was the last time he left his clothes on the floor for the cat to use as a litterbox.

That’s great. I know I keep telling folks to drink water, but that’s only because being dehydrated is not good for anyone and I do care.

I can certainly see why he would like it there, warm and soft and smells like his hoomans. Plus the quilt shows his fur off wonderfully!

Thank you for the pic :slight_smile:

@JaneDoe42
I am in awe of your cross stitch

Oh, my word I am SO far behind now! I’ve skimmed, so I’ve probably missed some things.

I’m here in the lap of luxury. My brother’s house is HUGE. All the bedrooms are en suite with huge walk-in closets. My apartment is going to seem like a hovel once I’ve adjusted to this comparative opulence. My bed is so high that I literally have to launch myself or crawl like a mountain climber. Maybe that’ll help work off all the great food.

My brother’s surgery is tomorrow morning. We have to leave before the screech of dawn and will probably return her mid-to-late afternoon.Then I’ll have to don my Nurse Ratched cap. I don’t know how I’ll hear him if he calls in the middle of the night, as I’m at the other end of the house. (My SIL’s room is…well, crikey, I don’t remember where it is, but not near my brother’s room. (He snores.)

Right now, my duty is chiefly to translate normal spoken English to Loud, as in “HE SAID, 'WHERE"S THE REMOTE?” and “SHE ASKED IF THE DRYER STOPPED.” Thus is life when people refuse to wear hearing aids.

hippie, I’m agog at your quilting talent. It’s impossible for me to believe that your wife could possibly be better at quilting than you are. I mean, you can’t top perfect, can you? I LOVE that summer quilt.

JtC, I hope the leak gets unleaky soonest. In the meantime, I’m singing “My Bonny Lies Over the Ocean” for you.

Tell him the goal line is under the refrigerator. That’s the only way the floor beneath mine gets clean.

I have to go, and I’m so far from finished! Hugs all around. See you sometime in the next MMP.

Yes, but… how did you know? :astonished:

I had a query and was going to throw it to my intelligent, great-advice-giver mumpers but there will be a new MMP tomorrow so will save it for that.

I cleaned, I laundered. It got up to 68 Ferret Height(20 Centipedes), so I cleaned the windows inside and out. I had them open a bit, to add some fresh air. Spot enjoyed stereo vermin sounds with his shows. Having a Wisconsin Old Fashioned, poke loin, and avoiding the Superb Owl

{{{{ sick grandMumpers}}}}

I love curling! I even went to a one once.

Including my one cousin’s ex. Which is part of the reason he is an ex. :wink:

Around here the bed lumps get stabby when poked.

So, wasn’t finished, but Hubs called to remind me to give the fuzzbutts their bedtime treats. I’m thinking he’s well enough to murderize now.

Thank you so much. That’s high praise coming from someone who has so much skill in the textile arts.

Today I woke up hurting and thought that swimming in cold water would be better than just sitting on my ever spreading ass and doing nothing, but the gym road was still closed. The river is still running high and many trees are standing in water.

The fuzzbutts are pretty whiny today, they want their best trained hooman back, I just do not do things right.

I got to feeling bad about Hubs not gettin cake for his birthday, so I went to Charleston and took him out to a steakhouse. I did not tell them it was his birthday, but they saw the birthday cupcake I gave him to take back to Linda’s house and eat later so they sang to him and brought him a big piece of chocolate cake. He didn’t like the singing, that’s not our sort of thing. He did like the chocolate cake but was full from dinner and took that back with him as well.

We picked up some pepperoni rolls and took them to the hospital to hand out to the nurses and family in the waiting room. There’s not a lot of change there, Ronald’s bladder infection is still raging and he is starting to get aggressive. As a result, they are sedating him and those added drugs just aren’t helping the situation much at all.

Harry came by to tell me that Mothman has been seen around Parkersburg. It’s unclear if Mothman is a harbinger of evil or if he is trying to warn folks but considering what is going on, I’m voting for warning.

Make sure that your phone number is up on his phone so all he has to do is just push “call”. Tomorrow, order some walky-talkies!

I wonder how many Mumpers did not know. Hands anyone?

And you know this because you poke them on a regular basis :slight_smile:

I poke I get stabbed, I don’t poke, I get stabbed. Life with Spot is like a weird mashup of Groundhog Day and The Ides of March.:wink:

You might as well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb!

My beloved SIL grew up in Saskatoon, playing football, ice hockey and curling. For awhile he coached the University of Nebraska”s curling team. Now he plays on Nebraska’s team in an amateur interstate league.

I’ve been to a few curling matches but I usually opt to stay at home watching the grands so my daughter can go and they relive their wild and crazy college days (they’re the least wild and crazy millennials you could imagine). I don’t know where I went wrong, she won’t even return a library book a few days late.