Some might figure the tornado would get them to their destination faster than the plane would. 
swampy, as I said, we’re pretty dog friendly around here. These are neighbors who would take care of Nelson until one of my family members got here if needed, so I guess being neighborly is a form of karma. 
Me: < opens glassware door of liquor cabinet >
Alex Catt, sticking head in : "* Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destructor, Gozer the Traveler, Volguus Zildrohar has come. CHOOSE AND PERISH!*
Me: I am a god. No. < closes cabinet >
Alex Catt: Fine.
But the non destroyed Manhattan was good.
[Future Victim]IT’S A PLOT BY BIG SHELTERtm, EVERYBODY OUTSIDE![/Future Victim]
It’s a bad chef that doesn’t taste the food. 
Good luck facing the DMV.
How can anyone tell?
I’d love to! I’m always making more than we need, and giving food away. It would be a great help! I come from a family of 8. You know how difficult it is to tone down the amounts, to make it for just two, or three, people?! 
It’s a sad state of affairs when I have to BUY a box. I decided to ship the big gift to son and wife after all, but I can’t wrap the box it came in if that’s the shipping box, and I couldn’t find one big enough. There’s a box recycling bin, but the supply is so low, someone would have to lower me by the ankles for me to reach any. Hmph.
But I did meet Dogkin and her person on the way home. One of the nicest things about dogs is that they’re so thrilled to see you, you can’t help but feel a little special.
shoe, I hope the naturalization copies work. You’d THINK that’d be enough for the child of a living naturalized citizen, but who knows? I’m sure it’ll be a huge relief when you’re a legit licensed driver. I remember a few years back how you 'bout drove yourself crazy trying to find the papers you needed.
Except for here. When I had to get my WA drivers license, there were official greeters at the doors and the workers treated each of us like friends. I know it really was the DMV because my photo sucked. And when I was going to sell my car and lost my registration, the people at the courthouse were friendly and kind. It’s a little spooky.
swampy, please let us know tomorrow how much better you slept on the deee-luxe matttress.
mooooom, glad you’re on the mend. And you’ve obviously been to the DFW airport. From what I saw of people’s luggage after a layover there, a tornado might have gotten it there in better shape.
{{{Boo}}}
Buddy is in a very cranky mood about our visitors. He’s even growling and grousing at the humans.
The older of the two is quite a big eater. She’s snorked down a whole can of food by herself this evening. As thin as she is, DH is of the opinion she should get as much food as she wants. The baby is a good little eater, too. Eats from a dish quite well (OK, slightly messy, but it is hard to be tidy about it when eating with your face, especially as a little kid).
I could be in trouble here. They’re about to get names.
We traveled for a few days and except for a few meals we were masked. Both positive for COVID today. Paxlovid commenced.
Awww Feel better!
Thanks. We’re pretty okay. More like a moderate cold than anything else. Sadly we’ve had to give up.our theater tickets, and won’t go get a Christmas tree.
Yeah, and it’s been a “thing” all this time, weighing on me.
My parents really are trying to help - it’s just maddening that they’re acting like I haven’t given a shit this whole time.
Oh, just accept your fate. The little cuties have already assimilated themselves. Buddy will simply have to be the “middle child” now. (If your first cat is Allie, and the second is Buddy … will the third (Mama) start with a “C” and the kitten start with a “D”?)
Actually, they’ve acquired the nicknames “Little Miss” (Mama?) and “Tiny” (baby), so my brain is processing naming based on “Bicentennial Man” (both DH and I liked that movie). One character in that movie was called “Little Miss” by the protagonist android, but was actually named Amanda. Her granddaughter, played by the same actress, was named Portia. I think you can see where this is going. There’s a different number of generations involved, but they’re close to identical, allowing for age/size and the baby still having blue eyes instead of having reached whatever her adult eye color will be.
There are more pictures of them in the Pet Pictures thread now.
I’m going to have to double-check my lease on the subject of allowed number of pets (four cats plus the bird might be pushing it), and I’m sure there’s something in there requiring pets to be adults and altered. I have no problem with getting the girls fixed ASAP (Allie and Buddy already are), and one can hope management will be coaxable about the self-correcting problem of ages. Fortunately for me, the current manager is an animal person (he has two dogs and is one of Buddy’s alternate humans).
Not only here but about to eat a home cooked dinner made in my Mumper kindness miraculously appearing Crockpot. Baked acorn squash, with brown sugar, cinnamon, allspice and nutmeg, with chicken with apple sausages from Trader Joe’s.
I often have a few tough days in December as the anniversary of my injury approaches. Thank you all for hanging in with me.
Glad to hear. Hopes for sweet dreams when the time comes and that FCD continues to be unscathed.
Remember when I bought the little nips of cocktails so I could hoist a drink with the first one of you that mentioned a matching drink? You and &flyboy were the front runners but YOU WIN! >Boo slinks off to slip the Manhattan nip into the freezer to chill< I’m as good as my word 
. Two more nips to go. Sadly neither is a Vieux Carre, which sound not only delicious but elegant. Prairie liquor stores don’t much run to elegant and cosmopolitan, especially in nips. Fireball is about as daring as they get.
Boo Got a nip of eggnog and bourbon? Tis what I’m indulging in right now. And the squash/sausage dinner sounds great!
We took mom to the airport today. I doubt I will see her again in this life. If I see her body, she won’t be there, she was barely there now. I’m sad.
It is good~I made a box of cornbread stove top stuffing to go with (don’t judge). The squash and sausages work well together and I’ll have a hearty serving of squash for leftover hit parade tomorrow. That’ll get my vitamin A levels up in this stretch of gray gloomy days I seem to be stuck in.
The only bourbon I have is in the Manhattan nip and no eggnog in my fridge-nog doesn’t last long around my roomie. I like rum in my eggnog, which I have, although I enjoyed bourbon in my eggnog during my younger, wilder years.
Tomorrow I have to get up early and drive 120 miles round trip to Omaha for my migraine botox injections. I’ve been watching the forecast warily but it sounds like I’ll be ok. No precipitation likely. I usually try to have lunch with hippy and his lovely bride on these trips but can’t this trip because I have to turn right around and get back to Lincoln to teach English to my immigrants class at the library and since this is the last class of the year I don’t want to cancel. Next time, hippie!
JtheCane {{{{{{{{{ unlimitedly refillable }}}}}}}}}.
Had a nice visit with my friend. Even the shy cat came out! Became so boneless in her hot tub, that I just barely made it home before I absolutely needed a NAP!
It was glorious, and my cough seems better.
Now I’m re-fortifying myself with a crunchwrap from Taco Hell.
Oh, if there’s clear skies wherever you are, step outside - apparently there’s a big meteor shower happening tonight. (It’s cloudy here unfortunately.)
Oh, sugarplum, I am so sorry. That must be a truly awful feeling.
So sorry.
{{{JtC}}} I’m sending you good vibes.
I am so happy that you are able to cook real food again, that was a very thoughtful gift. I aspire to learn to be that thoughtful when I grow up!
What pretty kitties! I’d start looking around for low cost spay and neuter clinics asap. Having Little Miss spayed might cost a few dollars more, but better that it happens sooner than later.
I laughed at your cat story, nellie! I’ll bet he was so proud of himself for doing something, even if he didn’t really know what he was doing. Me: GG! What are you doing? GG: ummm I dunno. Me: Uh huh, why are you doing it? GG: ummm, cause?
Maybe you are being a little unfair here. Yeast is really complex after all, and it isn’t really cute or cuddly which is more important than fluffy bread any day. Hubs and Morty might argue with me about beer, though.
Thank you and thanks to everyone. It’s gotten really bad, she is still able to do her ADL as long as cooking isn’t involved. She had issues remembering how to use the keurig for her morning coffee, despite it being the exact same model as the one I bought her last year. Today she knew we had stayed in Phx at the beginning of her visit, but didn’t remember what we were doing there.
I think I’m going to ask her to write a letter to me so I can save it, she has such lovely handwriting.
At least I don’t have to worry about repeating stories to her. VBC was happyhappyhappy to see her because Mom is unable to push a cat off her lap unless she really REALLY needs to pee and VBC thinks that captive laps with scratching fingers are the best thing ever.
Sometimes GG will run over or into us when he’s zooming, but he was really careful to avoid Mom. He did startle her several times by leaping over her head while going from the scratching post to the kitchen but most folks don’t really expect flying cats to randomly happen, so I’ll give her a pass on that, LOL!
I have a bird feeder outside her bedroom window and have a finch sock that is usually covered with Lesser Goldfinches and some house finches. Mom enjoyed watching them as well as enjoyed watching GG and VBC watching them and asked often what the birds were are what was in the sock.
My sister adopted a kitten last year and Mom is of course his main caretaker. Mom thought her cat might like to have finches to watch, so I gave her a finch sock. She forgot what it was several times, but it did get packed. I’ve ordered some thistle to be delivered this weekend and I know she has a bird feeder hanger by her stitching room window so hopefully we will be able to give their kitty (Mom couldn’t remember his name) some finches of his own.
VBC has figured out that we didn’t bring her grandma back with us and is not best pleased by this development.
Four of the AM and I worked up a bit of a sweat. Not from fever, but from emptying the pellet stove. Apparently the bag of pellets FCD dumped in last night had gotten wet somewhere along the line and many of the pellets turned to sawdust, clogging the augur and killing the heat. I only know this because the sound of the furnace not kicking on woke me - it was making some weird noises and one investigation led to another. SO…
I’ve emptied the pellet stove of the bad pellets (noticed a lot of dust mess as I scooped them out, finished off with the vacuum) and put in a bag of good ones. I’m waiting for the stove to cycle so I know the new batch will burn properly. I also ordered a heating oil delivery, and if the furnace still won’t ignite, I’ll be calling our HVAC guys. So that’s why I’m awake stoopit early.
On the plus side, I feel almost normal again. Little bit of coughing, little bit of sniffles, but overall, no biggie. So I guess I weathered the plague. No sense trying to go back to bed now. Ain’t gonna happen. I’m up. I predict it will be one of those days.
Happy Wednesday, I guess… 