Our Fed-ex guy shot our UPS guy’s brother in the back.
They were high school buddies, went out hunting and brought booze. Teenagers, booze and guns are a very bad combination and the shot was not fired in anger. Besides all that, the Fed Ex guy did everything right. He patched his friend up and got him off the mountain and to the ER, then he called their parents and called the police. Fed Ex guy and brother are still good friends, but the UPS guy will hold that grudge so hard that his grandkids will be born hating Fed Ex.
Both of them make the effort to put our packages up by our front door and we have long been in the habit of giving our delivery drivers money at the beginning of December so everyone is happy.
You joke, but we had an IRL convo one night centered around “what if …” and S.M. assured us that if anyone came in with, ah, nefarious deeds in mind, that she’d come at them with a pizza slicer herself.
I have a box cutter in my apron pocket, for convenience. But also …
In addition to several Sharpie markers, my vape - other pen, yanno - plus usually various snacks, and often a semi-forgotten cough drop. Yesterday I had half of a beef jerky stick joining the fun.
“Why do you keep so much stuff in your apron?”
“Cuz women’s pants { say it with me now } don’t have pockets!”
I appreciate the backup.
Years of customer service training.
Leave a note telling him that - it’ll make his day.
Dang, does that sound good.
I’m off to … go back to where I JUST WAS twelve hours ago to earn a few more bucks.
SOMEbody slept in last night’s eye makeup and will be dragging herself to work looking like a washed-up street whore, but duty calls.
I did a good job ordering them from Da Jungle, didn’t I?? OK, Daughter bought the sweatsuit for Tobias.
Lucky you! I don’t know if ours is the same guy all the time or what but whoever it is - BLECH!
Back from the training class. Otis was mostly distracted, but we learned some very helpful techniques, so yay! The trainer brought her full-blooded wolfhound in - you could see similarities and differences between Wilma and Otis. Wilma was ALL LEGS!!
Supper tonight will be pseudo-pizzas made on tortillas. Or something leftover. We’ll see how I feel in an hour. Till then, chillage.
We’re leaving the bedroom door open most of the time, so that Findus can venture forth; but he’s happy in the room. I brought him out into the living room and put him on the couch. Goo was on the back of the couch. Findus really wants to make friends with Goo, but Goo hisses at him. Abbey spends most of her time out in the catio, so she’s only ‘met’ Findus a couple of times. She growls at him. Goo’s like, ‘Stay away from me!’ Abbey’s like, ‘I’m about to attack.’
We actually know each other well enough now to exchange pleasantries, so I tell him to his face. If I know he’s coming, I open the gate to save him the trouble of digging out the code.
All the folks who deliver things to me get homemade biscotti and English toffee at the holidays. It does seem to help!
The stew is simmering away and filling the house with cozy smells. The bread is baking and will be out of the oven in seven minutes. Ya shoulda moved closer!
Why yes, you did!
You kill me. I do hope it’s an easier shift for you today.
They’re six months. Not tiny babies, but not full grown yet.
In other news, somebody stole my license plate tags. I can get new ones, but of course they don’t make it simple. Can’t just do it online; no, I have to fill out a form get it notarized and go stand in line at the DMV.
Laketran, the bus system that serves Lake county Ohio is now letting people ride free til Snap starts again!
They are awesome, much better than Cleveland’s RTA.
Early reader as well. I loved the Greek and Roman mythologies until I found the Norse mythologies. Those guys were serious!
Those are a couple of lovely kitties and look like they are settling in very well.
I love Hazel’s M.
Please be careful, you aren’t as young as you used to be.
We’ve had cats all of our lives (well, he’s had cats as long as he’s known me, but you know what I mean). We are so used to not shutting the bathroom doors that now that we are back to shower curtains, we struggle to remember to keep him out. The wails and whines make us very happy that we are in a single family dwelling.
The reason I carry my carbon fiber FAA approved self defense cane is because I used to work in a food stamp office. I’m here to tell you that big sticks work much better than knives or box cutters. You can break bones without even trying. Much.
That was a great pic btw. You didn’t look tired at all. LOLOLOL!!!
Aw fawk. I managed to forget about that. At least I’m a RDOS, I forgot how much I hated it until I moved back into the nonsense.
The heck with a marble bathroom, when are they going to fix this stoopid clock changing thing?
They are some lucky grandkids, I gotta tell you that!
She hasn’t touched him so far, this is good. Is she usually more vocal than Goo? Here’s hoping she will warm up to the little cutie soon.
What a bother. I’m sorry you have to deal with it, here’s hoping it won’t cost you money as well as time.
I have no idea what time my car will say it is. I told it to stop changing time while I was in AZ and then confused it by moving here. When next I drive somewhere, I’ll look at the clock, check my phone and then just mentally adjust until something makes me check again.
I’m not looking forward to tomorrow, though. I don’t really have a schedule, but hubs and the fuzzbutts eat a set time and tomorrow they will be getting hungry before meal time.
It was lovely today, sunny and got up to the high 60’s. Tomorrow or Wednesday I am going to harvest my bag o’ potatoes and see if I have enough to feed the village. I will post pics of my bounty.
My poor lemon tree doesn’t like being inside and is still dropping leaves. I’ve got it’s corner lit up like Phx, but its still not enough which makes me sad.
WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! Y’ALL! My DAWGS won 24-20 and tried to give me a heart attack. OYKW said that I will need double sooper sekrete extra speshul confession tomorrow. I told him my penance will be the extra long Eucharist (it will include the ordination of three Deacons!) I will sit through next Firday evenin’. That will on top of a day of convention bidness. The Boston < snerk > BUTT! < snerk > got cooked and the cake got made. I also made a batch of chawklit chip pee-kahn cookies just cause. Burgers and fries got fixed and et as well. We set back all the clocks that need to be manually adjusted, so da cave is in a different time zone until two a.m.
Hockey wasn’t great. Now I’m up from a short nap, and watching N.C. State football, witch is turning into a scoring fest. I see the Cornhuskers and Dawgs won, and the Badgers have a bye. In the Team of Irrational Hate column, Incarnate Word won today, but that still only makes them 3-6. I’m having a Sazarac and spicy chicken stirfy for dinner.
Throw in some dramatic poses of woe, and maybe milk some sympathy from the customers. But hope it is a better night.
Hope Goo and Abbey accept Findus into the pack soon, Flyboy.
Yay.
Awww.
I already changed Carmen’s clock, since I won’t be using her tomorrow.
The last couple of my showers, Nelson has dropped his lovey, Rocky Raccoon, in behind me, the little brat. You have to watch these critters in the bathroom.
Mine just about requires a degree from MIT to change. The only time it happens is when they have to disconnect the battery for something.
I assembled the cards this evening, but other than that, it’s been farting around online with TV in the background.
It appears I was wrong about the Disney-Medusa connection. So Roxy did read about her. The girl is a reader for certain.
Tonight I watched Some Like It Hot for the first time. I’d seen bits of it thru the years but never the whole thing. It was sufficiently silly for this evening.
I reset the bedroom clock but the rest must wait for tomorrow. Finally remembered to run the dishwasher. Now is tablet-games-till-sleepy-time.
Today we went to a fundraiser for Renew Northwest, a new organisation formed to help immigrants. Mrs. L.A. bid $100 in a silent auction on a photograph of a hillside in Columbia, but was outbid by $25 by a last-minute bidder. She tried to donate $100, but someone cut in front of her. She said, ‘I can’t give $100 away!’ She decided that God had other plans for her money.
There was food, much of it from the Middle East. I couldn’t eat most of it on my diet, but I did eat two kibbeh, and had two pieces of pita with hummus. And I had two shots of Syrian coffee, which looked like Turkish coffee to me. Mi Esposa found a chicken burrito style of thing, and gave me a couple of bites.
For dinner I made grilled (tinned) corned beef-and-Swiss-with-Thousand Island sandwiches on Sara Lee Delightful Multi-Grain bread.
to earn a few more bucks.
OK, Daughter bought the sweatsuit for Tobias.
