I drive by it on my way to the freeway, but I haven’t stopped in. Maybe I’ll do that today. Oh, look. It’s a quarter past three. I think I’ll get my TJs out of the freezer, and jet!
Howdy Y’all! Sup got et and the kitchen cleanded up. I have since been herdin’ cats firmin’ up the servers schedule for April, so’s we can do church stuff. With five Sundays to schedule plus a Maundy Thursday and a Good Firday service, it was a tough one. Anywho, got it done and sent and now await the whines and whinges about the schedule. It was enought to make me want to drink hard likker for breakfast! I am glad I did not have to schedule for The Vigil of Easter as well, as all three local Whiskypal churches do that combined and we are not hostin’ this year, thus it is someone else’s headache. Now 'tis time to chug hard likker do some Netflix.
JtC, I would love to see GG learning his trick. From experience with a little reddish dog, if we’re serious about learning something new, I buy some Blue Bits. Otherwise, it’s just the mini-milkbone rewards treats.
That’s nice work shoe!
Nelson has several different treats that he gets regularly, in addition to the Blue Bits for special training and the occasional bites of fish or chicken, he gets a dental stick before bed, a doggy SlimJim when I eat supper and a squirrel shaped Kong with a small dog milkbone when we get settled into bed. Spoiled brat! 
Irked, came home, walked the dog and et. Such excitement!
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
@purplehorseshoe I know those feels. I dream about PB every so often. It makes me smile and cry and feel all the feels. I still owe you a postcard. I have not forgot, I promise how long ago was that? LOL
Dinner was open face roast beef and swiss on garlic Texas toast. I drizzled a little bit of Thousand Island on the toast. Dang, those were tasty and I need to make them again. Mac and cheese on the side… Carby Carby Carby carbs. And I is bad and had a piece of pie to boot. In my defense, we’ve got leftover birthday pies that must be got rid of, and I was hongee.
Off to see my massage client tomorrow. And irk, of course…love to all y’all
The Divine Ms. M. and I are back from our walk. We’ve done 5.5 miles today. She’s not used to such long walks, but she was very energetic until we hit the last mile which is, of course, all uphill. We met LOTS of nice dogs and happy people, which really boosts her already high confidence. She just assumes everyone likes her and greets them like old friends. She’s the Welcome Waggin’. 
Her person should be here soon, and then I’m going to walk to the pharmacy to pick up my Rx. (That’ll make my total 7.5 miles.) Right now I’m not itching as much as I was. I don’t trust it, but it makes walking easier, especially because I can’t go in my pj’s. Still kind of strung out on the antihistamines. This morning, Dog was in a hurry to get out, so I swapped my pj bottoms for yoga pants. I realized a little bit ago that I never changed my jammie shirt. It’s just a t-shirt, so it’s better than if it had choo-choos and “Last train to Sleepytown” on it, but still.
Flyboy, there’s a TJ’s across the street from the pharmacy. Now I’m thinking of stopping in there. I haven’t seen pizza dough there, but then, I haven’t looked for it.
Real Fish, Glad your friend got help from someone else. That’s a long trip in a car that’s burning oil, etc.
you all!
We spoil our cats when they are young and healthy and then amp it up when they get old. (Actually, they usually came inside because I fed them into submission while they were living under our porch. Fat strays can’t catch birds!)
COC thinks that five bowls of gushy fud a day is acceptable for now. He’ll let me know when that changes.
It is a very good sign that COC is still eating. Usually they lose their appetite when they go into kidney failure.
I think you are being wildly optimistic about retention skills. He’s getting a mani-pedi today. I wait for him to go to sleep on the bed in arms reach and then start trimming. He wakes up and protests so I give him a couple of kibbles and some ear scritches and he goes back to sleep again. I grab the next paw and start trimming. It takes about an hour before I’m finished.
Due to hubs’ paperskin, this happens at least once a week and has for as long as we have had GG. GG has never once thought to move out of arms reach because his short term memory is good for three laps of his goldfish bowl. Maybe, LOL!
Maybe it’s not short enough? Before the world ended, I rocked boy short hair and I loved it. It was SO easy and always either looked good or great depending on if I had taken the time to put product in it.
My hairdresser had a going out of business sale the weed before things locked down and I started growing my hair because I didn’t have a choice.
I wanna go back to short, but I don’t wanna drive an hour a month to maintain it. I’ve gotten super lazy anymore.
My BFF and I “trade” jars of kibble to use as treats. Yes, we are both cheap!
I fell off mine the first time around, I’d kill myself with them now!!!
Another vote of agreement!
Why not both?
Yeah, though not as bad as trying to drive it to my Dad’s. My friend is a bit salty about having spent $130 on a jump box that he hasn’t needed yet, but it’s better tohave it and not need it than need it and not have it.
No. No, they wouldn’t. Good weed smells much like blooming catnip and if cats get the chance, they will roll in the weed and get the zoomies. Pothead cat owners learn to hide their weed from their cats because cats are bogarts.
I grow catnip and once gave a bag of flowers to a co-worker for her cat. She later told me that she was out of weed and thought the catnip smelled pretty nice, plus it made her cat all happy, so she smoked some. Did not recommend, it gave her a headache and made her apartment stink.
Man, and I thought I was lazy!
Thank you for reminding me that being an adult - and living alone - has its perks.
My home is pretty much a no-pants zone.
Maybe it’s not taking longer than we thought!
… and you’re welcome. Thanks in return for the kind words.
Breakfast of champions, dude.
Says who? There some kind of fashion police in your 'hood?
Can’t remember if I’ve told y’all this, but I have the memory of a lobotomized goldfish.
Matter of fact, if I ever have extra money (ha! not anytime soon) I’d like to get a tattoo of a koi goldfish - with pretty, long, flowing fins - somewhere where I can’t easily see it. Guarantee after awhile I’ll forget about it … then one day I’ll be toweling off after a shower or something, see it, and laugh like a lunatic.
(Bolding mine.)
That’s one Freudian slip right there. I assume you write about weed so much, your phone just auto-corrects for you … ?
That’s actually not a bad idea!
Time for some post-work chillage, then I have a hunk o’cow already prepped in the fridge for dinner. Go me!
Evening all. Never did make it to the gym, sloth won out, but did spend an hour at the soccer field with 7-8 other coaches and 36 5-year old girls, everyone seemed to have fun and nobody got hurt, so I count it as a win. Then helped out our Commissioner with a crowd of folks wanting uniforms/wanting to swap uniforms so that kept me occupied until after 7pm. Also picked up my dry cleaning, which is still hanging in the car as I type (I will get it out of the car tonight before bed…I think).
Nellie, I came out of college with a BA in Education–Social Studies and a plan to be a Hisotry teacher. One year of High School teaching and several of substituting taught me that I was not cut out for Secondary Education. Now, if I had gone into Elementary Ed, I might be a retired teacher now (but without as good a retirement plan as the US Government gave me).
Have read all but absorbed little, so take care all and tomorrow is another day.
Actually, mine is too, unless we have company over. There’s a reason our doormat says “Hold on. We’re probably not wearing pants.”
Dang it, why didn’t I get baby potatoes when I was at the “good” grocery store yesterday? (Meijer, vs the Wal-Mart across the street from them.)
But Wally has the cilantro squeeze tube I wanted, which apparently Meijer no longer carries. But Wally potatoes are hit-or-miss, while Meijer has the super fancy fingerling and Yukon Gold and the pretty mixed-color ones.
Dangit. What do I dooooooo, Dopers and Mumpers?
Double-dangit, because I already took off my bra, and now {heavy sigh of woe} if I want potatoes to go with my beef, I gotta {another sigh} put it back on!
nellie if I do go, it’s in my PJ pants, and I’ll be thinkin’ of you!
WANT.
TGH, when news of the lockdown happened, I went to the dispensary and bought all the weed I was allowed to buy, then went to the sto with the homemade goatmilk soap we use and bought them out, then got my hair cut and bought her out of all of the shampoo I use…so I guess everything that got bought that day got mixed up in my mind, LOL!!!
(Hubs was in charge of toilet paper, kat fud and booze, cause preppers who prep together stay together for the sake of the stash.)
And now parts of Mayer are being evacuated. Crap. Our driveway is flooded and the back yard is a swamp. If we start taking evacuated critters in, we will have to get a backhoe in to fix the ruts the trucks will make.
Hubs has already signed us up to shelter horses, sheep and goats. We can take cats and people if need be, but going by past experience, most folks will keep their cats and dogs with them at the shelter.
I stopped in. I bought two Swiss bratwursts (seasoned with marjoram?), two long, skinny sausages made with paprika; a tin each of kippered herring, herring with mustard sauce (a fave), and herring with a paprika-cream sauce; and some pickled herring out of the deli case. I’ve just finished a dinner of half of the pickled herring, and a tin of Trader Joe’s mackerel I had in the cupboard. And some wine.
I don’t buy it often (carbs), so I had to ask. It was on the bottom of the cold case, next to the salads. Seriously, I don’t see how they can sell it for only $1.49. It’s convenient, it’s tasty, and it freezes well. I bought the plain dough, but they also have herb dough.
I napped. I had a Manhattan. The Canes won in Manhattan. I dreamed there was a pack of wolves living under the sort aisle, and I befriended them, because puppies.
Frueidian slip.
That’s up there with when Dec 24th is a Sunday, and the Altar Guild has to change everything in 2 hours.
{{{{Pearl*}}}}
Pfft. It’s not like I wear a bra when I go to the store.
I don’t wear a bra to the store either.
- I wear a bra when I go to the store.
- I do not wear a bra when I go to the store.
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I really, really wanted those damn potatoes. Then I remembered, I forgot to have my manager cash out my paycheck before I left.
I was like, “Okay, that’s two reasons to put on a bra.” (HA! See what I did there?)
So now I have potatoes parboiling in the microwave before I halve, season, and crisp 'em up. Plus onion, of course, because duh.
Then the star of the show, the hunk o’cow.
Perhaps a cuppa tea to go with.