Good lord, Rigs, take some of those trout we’ve sent, stick them outside in the ice storm to freeze and then BEAT MIL TO DEATH WITH THEM! What a horrible, horrible woman and I think the use of the C-word is MORE than justified in this instance. That’s… that’s… ARRGH! I don’t have those words! :smack: So anyway, good luck on your boob smashing and girlbit spelunking expedition.
Glad your toe’s getting better, Tigs, but I still say you shoulda stuck it in a lemon–the big advantage is that it draws the ick out and leaves a nice scrubbed clean cavity behind. Infection sucks… Actually I just like to picture people with their appendages stuck into lemons–don’t judge me!
First thing I heard when the alarm went off this morning “multiple car spin outs on I-5, blocking the northbound lanes…” then I hit the snooze button and gave a silent cheer that I don’t have to go out in that crap! The rain we had melted most of the previous batch of snow, then it froze and more came down on top of the ice so it’s just about as shitty and slick out there as it’s possible to be. Forecast says more of the same and cold as hell for the next week or so… Brr!
So when I got up to let the cat out this morning I hit the button on the coffee maker, however a half hour later when I actually got up there was nought but hot water in the carafe! Himself had very carefully set up the coffeemaker with water and a spanking new filter…but no coffee. :smack: So caffeination is delayed this morning. Bear is busily unpacking every. single. toy. from the toybox and spreading them all over the floor. I guess he doesn’t think this place is complete without toys spread hither and yon. I think the toy box delights him, it’s like getting all new toys every morning! He’s gotten over his abject fear of the cats–he and Stiggs are cool but Pratchett still gives him the diss-eye so now he’s taken to barking at the cat, which gets him scolded. Pratchett is completely unimpressed by his show of noise and attacks his butt randomly as he passes, which drives him bugfuck. Animals and cabin fever, fabulous combination! :dubious:
My poor daughter is sick with the phlegm death, she stayed home yesterday to nurse it. Their heater was not working so they had the repair guy out, but she texted me around midnight to tell me it conked out again–man, I am SO glad they have the woodstove! It heats the whole house, but of course it has to be tended all night. They got their Christmas tree, but it’s too big for their stand and every place around here is sold out! Who the hell sells out of Christmas tree stands? So they had it in a bucket, which leaked through and dripped into the basement… Just not good times at her house last night, poor critter. She’s probably going to work today just to get shut of the problems!
More belated hugs for **Pie–**what’s amiss, missy?
That is teh suck, Taters, I’m so glad you don’t have to do that again today!
Be safe everybody!