I like the raisins, spousal unit prefers plain. Taste tests have been conducted. YUM!
And I just finished sweeping the back porch - second item scratched off my list.
I like the raisins, spousal unit prefers plain. Taste tests have been conducted. YUM!
And I just finished sweeping the back porch - second item scratched off my list.
Good gad.
Dead, dried up, nasty grapes.
The letter has been mailed. My dad mailed it because I was lazy. Actually, I haven’t been lazy today. I practiced my clarinet and worked on a music arrangement.
I’m impressed that some of the bakers here think far enough ahead to take the butter out of the fridge for a while before baking. I’m not as patient with butter, so I take it out of the fridge and melt it in the microwave before baking.
I haven’t done much baking lately. I used to do more, because my theatre group had bake sales and when I worked at the community centre, I’d often do baking for events and such there.
I’d like to try making brownies sometime.
It stopped raining and had made it to 60 degrees Amurkin. I am at the laundromat.
Howdy from da cave! Moanday has been survived. Three more to go this week. The General shall be sans dindin tonight. OYKW has a gnawin’ and a cravin’, so I shall order and he shall pick up. Ah the wonders of teh intartoobz! Fuds ordered with nary a contact with hoomans!
I haven’t gotten anything done today.
I did call my aunt with whom I have been playing phone tag.
It looks like the sun is coming out.
I pulled out the stuff to start my taxes, looked at it and put it back. I don’t know what my problem is, it’s not that hard or that complicated. I have all my records ready to go. My brain won’t focus on it. I need to order some things from Amazon as well and I go out and look at the list and think - maybe tomorrow.
This is not like me, I’m usually on top of things.
I feel like I am stuck on lazy.
It it 72, and I am at work.
I’m not certain which of us is the worse off.
That phrase causes me to think of some dirty, wet little rodent, in a hole, chewing on something foul and unidentifiable with great relish.
You mean like one of those Venus Flytraps?
Thank you, Professor Darwin.
Rodents are not plants.
:rolleyes:
I do that sometimes. It’s like, the longer I put something off, the more I want to KEEP putting it off …
Hey, some people like relish.
I was practicing the piano but my hands started to hurt. Ah well.
Should get back to work on that music arrangement.
No, the rodent was chewing on something foul, like a Venus Flytrap. Don’t you even understand what you wrote? :smack:
I’m not sure why the rodent was chewing on that plant, possibly it was starving, though, more than likely, the rodent found it annoying & was just trying to get rid of it. I agree with the rodent if that’s the case as I find [del]flytrap[/del] a Venus flytrap annoying, too. :o
Mayhaps a great relish can make make the foul and unidentifiable tasty.
The General’s dindin has been ingested. OYKW is contemplatin’ a soak in the tub. I’d say I’d join him but the tub ain’t that big.
**FCD **is home. He wants brats instead of salmon, so the fish is in the fridge till tomorrow and the brats are being defrosted in the nukelator. Guess I should see if we’ve got any regular hot dogs. I don’t like brats. On to the kitchen!
The Great Paper Chase of 2015 begins with a doctor’s fax machine that’s eternally busy…
<squealing noises from the other side of the room>
Aha! I still have that miraculous power over technology, even whe it’s on far side of the continent - speak ill of it, and it suddenly behaves and my fax goes through. Now to wait for them to pull records and get them back to us. Multiply this by all the doctors DH has seen in the past five years, and it’s a lot of faxing.
How horrible is faxing!
It’s far from relaxing!
It’s tedious and taxing!
This horror of faxing!
I thought gotti could use a little humor. Plus, remember when sendin’/receivin’ a fax was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig deal?
Ok, then I’ll talk to myself!
I’m bein’ beckoned to come to the bedroom for some teevee and snuggle time. Ben and Mel are not invited.
Laundry is done and put away, I made a salad with balsamic Parmesan vinaigrette. Next, cheesy rice with Italian herbed chicken.
Mayhaps a great relish can make make the foul and unidentifiable tasty.
Well, it works for hotdogs…
gotti, I remember faxes. I even got a Nigerian scam fax once at an old job. I still have it.
Flytrap, it wasn’t Children’s Riot Festival Day at the laundromat, so I was better off.
Supper was OK. Tired is setting in. I can’t recline because I cleaned the recliner today and it’s wet. I’ll have to boot Higgs off the couch so I can sit with my sweetie…
MWAH!