Mooom and. **swampy, **, I picked up a nice watermelon at the farmer’s market too. I had a slice for a snack, took a couple of slices to Miss Sarah, my retired downstairs neighbor, offered some to the crazy neighbor across the hall, and will take some downstairs with me for the grill out the other neighbor invited me to. It WILL be gone before I leave town Friday. 
swampy the last time I lost my phone like that, I learned how to use my tablet as a phone. ( it was between the sofa cushions). 
And it looks like we’ve sold the entire aquarium setup to the guy who came to buy the fish and corals. He’s getting a good deal, and I expect our electric bill will really plummet once we turn off all the pumps and fans and heaters and lights.
Between that and dropping a tier of cable service and doing the crab monitoring, we won’t be sucking out as much money from savings, so yay! Plus when we stopped for gas, **FCD **ran into a guy from Honeywell who he’d done some engineering work for some years back. He said he might have a project - so that could be interesting.
It’s been a pretty good day!
Thunderboomers! YAY!!! Finally. Sammiches for dindin. A grab what you want and make you a sammich dindin. My kinda cookin’.
MOOOOOOM yay for sellin’ stuff!
Red ain’t nuttin’ like a good watermelon!
Mac-n-cheese-n-peas done been ingested. Time to cut open the watermelon, then recline and knit. *** MWAH!!***
I had forgotten what horrible parents Claire and Cliff were on The Cosby Show. Rudy is bein’ forced to eat fart blossoms! The sheer horror of the parental abuse that child endured!
Gah, just got back from work and realised the aquarium pump isn’t working. It’s around midnight, and I’m not sure if I can do anything now before the morning. Hunting down a new pump head was not the plan for the day.
Irk was quite full of irk. First football match of the season, and the sods brought flares. We even had warning, but we couldn’t find 'em.
It all got a bit nasty, though I didn’t really get dragged in- one of the away fans got beaten up badly enough (outside, before the match) to be ambilanced off to hospital, and it turns out he was the driver for one of the minibuses, and had the keys with him. Luckily it wasn’t as bad as thought, so he was out and back before the end of the match.
Oh well, no irk tomorrow. I might have to go buy some watermelon, this thread is making me crave it a bit.
The cupola is sold! I can’t believe how much interest there was. I came on line to take down the listings and I had another email asking about it. Wow!
Back to knittage. MWAH!!
We got wet! But not before steaks, N.O.T., sliced maters and watermelon was ingested. Twas dee-lish!
I don’t know why so many of you are eating that vile fruit today. Don’t you know it’s nothing but poison?
Are we still talking about insomnia? Because I came into this thread just to have a tanty about pred-induced insomnia. OK, the cough has gone (or is, at least, a lot better) and I’ve got that can’t-sit-still energy I get when I’m on it but I’d really like to get to sleep before 1:00 and wake up a bit after 5:00. That’s not asking too much, is it?
Prednisone is also vile poison unfit for human consumption. I know this from experience.
I agree, it does have its drawbacks. Being able to breathe again is the only reason I take it.
No, but no more over nighted $300.00 pumps.
Like I said, I wish I’d stayed with fresh water and bought a truck with the money I’ve spent on marine.
I watched the last part of Die Hard on cable.
Why do they censor out “fuck”, but they let them say, “Dick head”?
I worked. There was all sorts of technical carnage. Drove home through the rain. time for bed. I want watermelon, though.
I read that as “played with machetes”. I’ve had friends who did that.
I agree. Last time my doc suggested it, I said NO!!!.
Last time I used it my blood sugar passed the Space Station. AFTER I tripled the insulin.
It just turns my introvert level to 11[sup]11[/sup][sup][sup]11[/sup][/sup]
Taz was the PITA who woke me before 5. Higgs has been out twice and she’s been fed. **FCD **just hopped into the shower. I’m breakfasting. So starts the day at FairyChatEstates.
I think I may do some claying today. My sister has asked me to make her 6 items, plus I want to try making a clock. So the studio beckons. Other than that, who knows?
Happy Sunday!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 74 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 90 for the day with rain. We shall see.
I shall deheathenate Lutheran style this mornin’. I shall also ush Lutherans. Don’t know if OYKW will go or not. Sometimes he’ll go with me to the nine o’clock but more often than not he won’t, optin’ to go to the Whiskypalian service or not deheathenate. We shall see there as well.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Hmmmmm… maybe some watermelon. Also, I must commence purtification for deheathenization at some point.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Happy Sunday!
It’s a cool 64 degrees with a projected high of 84.
I was awakened too early. The HFH woke up Sah-dog, who then woke me. I tired to go back to sleep but some dumb ass neighbor has been letting their dog bark all morning.
I have a party to go to this afternoon, my friends daughters 16th birthday.
Other than that nothing but irk today.
Congrats on selling everything FCM, too cool to have it all go at once.