I feed any ticks I find to my Nepenthes.
Note that they eat mice, too.
Jim, Vunderboob, new plan:
Rather than sharks, spiders or crabs, we could pelt Swampy with frozen Brussels sprouts as he takes his ease in the cement pond.
I’ll bet they won’t eat fart blossoms. 
They are carnivorous plants, not cannibal plants, Silly Old Bear!
Remind me never to piss you off.
Which just goes to prove that even carnivorousplants (HAR!) have standards.
It is in a pie shell, so I guess it *is *technically, a pie.
Perhaps one day you will achieve culinary enlightenment.
:rolleyes:
I’ve eaten that at our local Jim 'N ’ Nick’s. Nom! It has some similarities to pizza in flavor profile.
I went for coffee with the heathens at one of Nashville’s city parks this morning. Then I swung aroundto the big farmer’s market (the one in my town is the small one) and attended a littleboy’s birthday party (a bunch of four year olds can wear a middle aged woman out!). Called my mama to wish her a happy birthday, did the grocery shopping and am getting ready to settle in for the evening.
Feels later than it is.
awww ticks don’t piss me off, they are just an annoyance.
I’m trying to watch Sex Sent Me to the ER but the phone keeps ringing. It doesn’t ring all day until I get into something.
Anyway people is weird.
Remind me never to annoy you.
Lucky for the HFH that they are too big for me to pull them apart. :eek:
I have a shovel ,duct tape, and a tarp. ;)
Just watch what “something” you “get into” or we could see you in a future episode.
I prefer oven-cooking for bacon anyway. Less mess and more even cooking.
First day in the new department started rough (transportation woes and a tiff with DH before arrival), but got to be just fine once I was into gear on the job. Customers were generally easy to deal with (although I still wonder about people who feel a need to haggle at thrift stores), with many cute children to admire and even a dog to pet. One nice thing about the new arrangement, I won’t be interacting with F much. He’ll be at his register doing his thing, I’ll be at mine doing mine, so even when our shifts overlap, he’ll be much less of a PITA now. Mine, at least. I still think it’s going to be entertaining when he decides to mouth off to either of our new leads, especially T, or to our new supervisor.
The car is another ulcer. Apparently, it’s getting pretty hard to find a lot of the parts a 1997 Contour needs. We have a temporary kludge in place to achieve driveability, and parts-hunting is firmly on DH’s “to do” list, since he knows about that stuff and I don’t.
Now if I could just get the left-side sinuses to calm down…
1" PVC for a mini spud gun
(Though I have no personal experience with this tip, I’ve heard if you launch an orange after the N.O.T. it makes it smell purdyer so maybe a big cherry after the fart blossoms?)
I’ll pay cash for the bag of lime.
I don’t think you really mean that, LOL
I am going to be glad when they go. That is all. I love my sis-in-law, but my mother-in-law has serious issues. Combined with my depression and low self esteem, having her crazy critical self absorb ass around is tantamount to jumping off a bridge with a rubber band attached to your belt with a paper-clip. (a disaster waiting to happen:eek:)
Up, caffeinated, off to work. Laundry and hockey after. 