Reasonable heaving, and I got out before 10. Laundry is washed, and drying, now for a pre game nap.
You are correct.
Safe travels, Metal Mouse!
Thanks for all the good wishes, currently sitting in Dallas-Ft. Worth airport, it’s not on my list of favorite hubs but got in on-time and next flight is boarding in about a half an hour. So it is ‘so far so good’ here.
Have read all but not much retention, so just general good vibes to all.
As I was looking at my Facebook memories, I found a video of me sharing holiday cheer that I wanted to share. My voice isn’t this good anymore, but the sentiment remains.
Wave “hey” to my lovely mother, her and my dad are north of you.
Just look for the one cookie-cutter suburb; can’t miss it. /s
Gearing up for Long Night. If last night was any indication, it’s gonna be hell. We’re closed { gasp } Christmas Eve AND Christmas Day, so half of western Mitten State has been ordering frozen or half-baked to take home for the holidays.
If one more asshole goes, “Hur, you busy?” and then proceeds to ask 20 questions about the menu directly in front of their dumb face imma … go to the Pit, I guess.
One of my last orders last night was for FIFTEEN large pizzas. I slunk into the kitchen with the ticket (“Please don’t kill me!”) and that’s after the 25-pizza order went out, rather smoothly.
One. Last. Night. Of nonstop friggin’ Christmas music. I nearly threw the speaker into a fryer last night.
We’re short one tonight (cuz 'Rona) and we gonna be busy A.F. so … pray for me.
That’s our stop enroute to Santiago from BWI. I think we have maybe an hour there between flights.
FCD is napping - he thinks he might be getting sick. Ho ho ho. Dammit. I guess we shall see. I’ve mostly been reading. No motivation since peeling 18 eggs. I’ll get back in gear come Tuesday. No, really.
Done. 
‘Rona isn’t doing much for my 
either but we’ll get by with a little help from our [magic internetz] friends.
You’ll garner funnier stories to tell from your evening than I will. Do come back and share.
Howdy Y’all! OYKW got the cheescake made. I lolled about watchin’ Netflix while he was bein’ busy. However, I did put on real clothes (OK, sweatpants, tshirt, real shoes (N.O.S.) and hoodie) to go through the drive thru at DQ for comestibles, so there’s that in my favor. Then there was sloth, nappage and day drinkin’.
Slow, short walk with The Missus. Only 0.93 miles, and we averaged 2.1 mph. (When I walk alone I go 3.1 miles and average 3.1 mph.) But at least we walked, and two walks in three days is good for her.
Twenty four years ago today I joined the SDMB.
Happy Doperversary, cupcakes! Mine’s coming up in a couple days, just one year later than yours. Hard to believe the changes from the early days!
The first time I ever flew into DFW, I didn’t realize just how huge it was. There was 45 minutes to connect to my next flight and I just picked up my suitcase. Bad idea. Since then, when I couldn’t avoid DFW, I flagged down one of the courtesy golf carts.
Hugs. You have my sympathy.
All the talk about DQ had me hitting the drive thru for a cheeseburger, onion rings and side salad (gotta make it healthy, yanno).
Happy cake day! So you were one of the 99ers, huh.
Getting in and out of Tar-jay for my prescription was a PITA today and traffic sucked because of rain and the holiday. I don’t plan on going into any more retail establishments until after Christmas.
Evening all. At Cousin’s house in Topeka, flights were fine but first rental car didn’t work so had to get another one and that slowed me down some. All checked in at the hotel so just sitting here watching a Xmas movie…Zombie Land 2.
FCM, the International terminal at Dallas is quite spacious and nice, unlike the other terminals.
Don’t have the battery to answer more, maybe more when I get back to the hotel.
Scrolling around I see there aren’t many 99ers in the MMPs. Congrats to Baker. We the few are hanging in there. A few 00s now; close but no cigar…
Howdy again Y’all! Looks like we’ll be dreamin’ of a wet Christmas here in southwest Jawja. Actually I remember more wet, cold, icky Christmases than any other kind of Christmas. That’s what real Winter weather is like in the deep south U.S.ofA.
MetalMouse glad you made it to your cousin’s house pretty easy.
Red I know the feelin’ about DQ. Had not been there in quite a while but the gnawin’ and cravin’ was strong today. Plus Blizzard.
CupCakes Happy Doperversary!
Susan, I’m so touched that you kept track of me! What a sweet person you are! So many kind people here.
So what happened at the gate was the reader thing flashed red, and the agent said, “Are you sure you’re supposed to be on this flight?” “Yes! See my name and the flight number on my ticket?” She said, “Well, I didn’t clear you. You’re not on the list.”
She and the other gate agent were pretty snippy, but who wouldn’t be, dealing with cranky, grubby renegades like the lot of us? After examining my drivers license like I was an underage kid with a fake ID , the agent made a call, said, “You got bumped before. Here,” and gave me a ticket. I held up the departure, but my fellow passengers were very nice about it. We’d been through a battle together. Someone pointed out we’d waited 15 hours and 40 minutes for a 55-minute flight.
Ha! As I entered the Spokane terminal, a customer asked a gate agent, “What flight is this?” The agent said, “I don’t know. They’re not supposed to be here.”
Hell-ta managed to screw up the baggage claim situation, too, but I DID get my checked bag.
Today my daughter took her MIL and me to the Kitty Cantina. There’s a glass room with cats and kittens in it. The local Humane Society stocks it with kittens that are up for adoption, and for $2, which goes to the HS, you can go in and play with the kitties. There were 20 kittens in there! I had so much fun, holding and playing with them. Then we had lunch there and watched other people play with kittens. I’m going to try to link to photos here and here
Cookie, I hear you. When SeaTac is crowded, as it so often is, it can be hellish. Sorry about the smoke and mess at your place. I hope clean-up efforts didn’t take too long.
{{{{Boo, dear}}} it’s crazy how life can turn on a dime. I’m so glad you’re here, though. As for the jackass who caused the accident, I wish him a lifetime of hangnails, hemorrhoids , and itches that he can’t reach to scratch.
Batty, a belated Happy Anniversary to your parents!
Puts a whole new spin on “Couples who pray together, stay together.”
Anch’io. Hope you have safe travels and a splendid Christmas.
That must be frustrating. You’d think it’d be easier to just read…unless you were me before I got these contacts. I used to take a photo of the menu board and blow it up (the photo, not the board) so I wouldn’t have to ask stupid questions:
Oh, Lord, please helpeth our shoe. Smite with thy swift and terrible sword those who ask if the pepperoni be-eth vegan or the mozzarella containeth cheese. Heapeth coals of fire upon the heads of those who respondeth to “What can I get you?” with names of body parts. And we beseech the to sendeth Warren Buffet, who would tippeth her a million denarii. Amen.
I napped. I had a Sazarac, to fortify myself for the Feats of Strength with Spot. The refs in this hockey game are piling up the Grievances at an astounding rate. Happy Festivus!
Nifty. 
You got it(been there, done that)
Happy Doperversary! 
Dang, nellie, you could’ve rented a car and driven it in that time ala Trains, Planes and Automobiles . Those are some cute kittehs that you got to play with.
Happy Saturday!
It was 34 degrees at the park this morning. Warmer than it has been but I was freezing.
After the park we went to the old house to empty the dehumidifier and get the last of the stuff off the back porch. It was cold enough that my son got back in the truck and asked me to run the heat for him.
We weren’t there that long, and he never gets cold, so I hope he isn’t getting sick.
I think I told y’all that Rayleigh has been testing Echo.
I have a box of Milk Bones that sits open by the door. The dogs can help themselves because Milk Bones are bottom of the barrel treats to the dogs. They aren’t going to pig out on them. I’ve had them for well over a year. Ripple never touched them, Cerby never touched them, Echo would sneak one once in a while.
The box is mixed big and small bones, I had a box of each but my son dumped them together.
Echo walked over to the box this morning and fished around for a big bone. She came into the room and started to chew on it, then got up and walked away.
Misiu and Rayleigh showed interest in the bone, each of them laying on the floor facing the bone, one on one side, one on the other.
Echo saw this and came over, sat down and stared both of them down. Any time either made a move toward the bone she curled her lips back. Misiu didn’t care so much, but Rayleigh kept whining and stretching a paw out towards the bone.
I swear Echo set it up on purpose just to reassert her dominance.
Despite appearances, I am the boss around here, so I picked up the bone before a fight started.
It’s funny to me that they will squabble over a treat that none of them really like, when there is half a box of the same treat sitting no more than three feet away from them.
Sorry about the travel woes, Nellie
Safe travels MetalMouse
{{{Boo}}}
It’s way past my bed time.
Mrs. L.A. didn’t want me to make anything for dinner, or to go out; so I cut a Costco giganto-dog in half, split the halves and grilled them. I made two sandwiches with low-carb bread, shredded medium cheddar, and jalapeños. Mrs. L.A. had some chianti salami, medium cheddar, and feta (that she thought was chèvre). I had some salami and chèvre for ‘dessert’. Wifey also had a slice of chèvre.
It’s officially Christmas Eve! (Well, here, at least.)
Took me a second, then I realized, hey, I get to be a Mumper “not our” too!
Us, too, believe it or not. So far, the western Mitten State is having a foggy Christmas, and I feel vaguely ripped off. I moved to Michigan for snow, dammit!
I want my money back.
Ehrmahgawd!
You know the scene in “Despicable Me” when they win the fluffy unicorn and the little girl loses her mind? That’s what I’d be like!
There’s an old Middle Eastern curse: “May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits,” and I feel that’s appropriate here.
That was absolutely hilarious. I gotta remember to share that one at work.
And someone tipped us a $20 bill, so that was nice!
(And I think someone yesterday tipped a hundred on a single-pizza order … )
And folks say cats is weird.
Well, something musta worked, cuz things went way smoother tonight than last night, that’s for damn sure.
And my manager commented on it first, so it wasn’t just the half an edible I had before work and the other half on my break …
I actually took notes tonight!
I’ve rambled on enough, so I’ll write another post later with the fun stuff, as my Christmas gift to you.
Howzat sound?