Slightly more than a 3-hour tour – a sea-going MMP

I totally forgot to tell you. I am a fairly deep sleeper, and rarely wake up to outside noises. So I was totally surprised when I was roused out of a dead sleep at 4:57 Am to what sounded like a *duck *outside my window. Really, it went like this:

quack quack gaaaaaaaaaaaah

quack quack gaaaaaaaaaaaah

quack quack gaaaaaaaaaaaah

This went on for 5-10 minutes over and over again, and I swear I couldn’t fall asleep until it shut up. I have no idea what it was, and neither does the SO, who was also woken up by it.

Weird as hell.

If you like, you may have my cat. She’d be good for a sound sleeper.

It’s getting nice and cool here! It’s supposed to be 12 overnight! I am very very happy.

Home, and two days off. Thank goodness! Tomorrow is laundry and minor chores and loafing day. It should be nice.

It’s been an interesting day. First thing this morning the smallest kitten, Callaloo, jumped up on old man Kazzpurr’s feeding station, bopped him on the head with her paw, and began eating his morning salmon. Challenging the old man cat of the house is brave, he is a mighty big, strong cat. He is not happy about the kittens at all, but tonight I made sure he got to eat his salmon in peace, we had special time together which included lots of pets and scritches, and he is now sleeping on my bed. Along with two pomeranians. sigh I am gonna have to fight for foot room!

It has been another grey, drizzly day, although my poppies are beginning to bloom, a bright pink mingled with the purple foxglove and blue delphinium, it’s a nice combination, and they are the come back every year on their own type of plants, I love perennials!

The Son spent two nights with one of his buddies, and came home this afternoon with a hellacious cold. Congested, coughing, hoarse…loverly. I dosed him up and sent him to bed…again. He needs to keep those germs to himself!

#3 Daught and I have had a nice time together, we watched Pirates of the Carribean/Curse of the Black Pearl and Secret Window so I have had my Johnny Depp fix for the week.

Skiffman called, he is at the south end of the island, and he said that they have been loading the boat at least once a day, which is good news. It will be good when he gets done sometime in September, hopefully he will be home for a couple of weeks before he goes to the Bering Sea for red crab.

Tomorrow, since it is going to be grey and drizzly I am making a big pot of beef stew. The Son likes it (he’s a little bit picky) and then dinner will be done for two nights! I like making food that stretches for more than one meal.

I am sneezy and feeling a little foggy in the head, prolly catching what The Son has, but I do remember reading that it is Mr. and Mrs. Pugs anniversary, and I hope that it was a good one. Congratulations, and may you have many more.

g’night Cool Kids!

It is going to be cold tommorw, maybe down to 78.

Meeks I slept like a baby last night. I woke up every two hours, wet my self and cried.

LiL, I did shirts yesterday. Today is clean underwear day.

Happy Anniversary Puggy!!

[Goodnight kai!

off to work!

Hee Doggy! That’s what I say everytime somebody says “I slept like a baby.” I go, “You mean you woke up at two A.M. wet, hungry and crying!” I get called smartass a lot. I wonder why. :smiley:

I get to go do a mop inventory. Envy me. :rolleyes:

This is the kind of thing that makes me believe that I would be hopeless as a gay man, because I really don’t give a shit what my eyebrows look like.

Hell, every once in a while my wife comes at my face with a pair of tweezers and it’s all I can do to fend her off.

Belated Happy 16th Puggy.

Does anyone have a good squirrel-resistant bird-feeder? I’m not gonna ask for a squirrel-proof one, 'cause they just don’t exist.

Huh. Bailey has a quater-sized hairless patch on his back between his shoulderblades, and there’s cat fur all over the livingroom floor. I guess there was an epic battle last night. The weird thing is, he would occasionally develop fur-ripped-out-looking patches before we got the second cat. Darndest thing.

swampy, people call you a smartass?! You?

:wink:

MOP MAN RETURNS!!!:smiley:

Thanks, everybody for the lovely anniversary wishes. I got some pretty flahrs delivered at work. Mr. Anachi is nice like that. :slight_smile:

meeks, the sounds you heard were gt getting all her ducks in a row. Case closed. :wink:

fcm, you’re gonna clean the head?? :eek: Don’t forget your HAZMAT gear.

bonkeydear, the more often you do those eyebrows, the less painful it is. Eventually the hairs stop growing. (At least mine did.)

ex, that’s okay as long as you don’t have those old-man huge bushy eyebrows.

We are still plenty warm down here and could really use some rain but it’s not looking good. At least the hurricane forecast has been downsized. :stuck_out_tongue:

HAPPY FRIDAY, EVERYBODY!!

Tupug

Aww, I missed Pugs’ anniversary song. Well Happy anyway. :slight_smile:

In fourteen days, nine hours, and twenty minutes, I will be getting on a plane for vacation. My vacation itself begins in fourteen days, three hours, and thirty-eight minutes, but I don’t think those six hours in between should count so much, because that will all be last-minute checking-for-everything and airport annoyance. And then there will be eight hours in the air, during which I shall survive on Xanax and pretzels. And then six hours between when we land and when we can check into the hotel, at which time I will find myself a coffeeshop and get blitzed. Now that’s vacation.

I’m a little excited.

As for today, it’s another eight hours of boredom, punctuated with phone calls and a little work. Then tomorrow morning it’s the dentist, and once I can feel my face again, off to Target. Damn, I’m sophisticated and jet-setting.

Lutheran Squirrels

There were four country churches in a small North Carolina town: The Pentecostal Church, the Baptist Church, the Methodist Church, and the Lutheran Church. Each church was overrun with pesky squirrels.

One day, the Pentecostal Church called a meeting to decide what to do about the squirrels. After much prayer and consideration they determined that because the squirrels chattered in a strange tongue, they were filled with the Holy spirit, and the congregation shouldn’t interfere with God’s divine will.

In the Baptist Church the squirrels had taken up habitation in the baptistery. The deacons met and decided to put a cover on the baptistery and drown the squirrels in it. The squirrels escaped somehow and there were twice as many there the next week.

The Methodist Church got together and decided that they were not in a position to harm any of God’s creation. So, they humanely trapped the squirrels and set them free a few miles outside of town. Three days later, the squirrels were back.

But – The Lutheran Church came up with the best and most effective solution. They baptized the squirrels and confirmed them as members. Now the congregation only sees the squirrels on Christmas and Easter.

Bob, that’s an awesome joke!

Speaking of squirrels sean, maybe you better let the squirrels be. Just sayin…

Ex I don’t get my eyebrows waxed. The thought of it oogies me. :eek: I do, however, get 'em trimmed when I get a haircut. I guess that’s where the gay part comes in to play. I don’t wax my eyebrows but I do get 'em trimmed. Personally, I think bushy eyebrows are sexy.

Bobbio BWAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!

I hate mopheads. I hate inventory.

works this way, too:
But – The *Synagogue * came up with the best and most effective solution. They bar *mitzvah’*ed the squirrels and confirmed them as members. Now the congregation only sees the squirrels on *Rosh HaShana * and Yom Kippur.

I’m sure, Rosie, that you could make it fit any religious group you want.

I edited that one to fit Mayberry, 'cept there’s no Lutheran church there. If I want something local, I have my choice of Baptist, Methodist Baptist, Episcopal Baptist, and Pentecostal. I almost made the last one Whiskeypalian for Swampy’s benefit, just because they’re in town; the church meets in a phone booth near the county courthouse…

Morning all. Slept in, just like I promised myself but was roused right out of bed with a horrible charlie horse. Ouch!

great joke, Bobbio!

Swampy, in honor of you I counted my mops, too. I have one. I counted twice. :smiley:

My aunt is a hair salonist. So she thinks everyone should pluck/thread their eyebrows. Thankfully she thinks I have really great eyebrows so she doesn’t chase me because I Won’t. Do. It.
And Ex, i say you don’t have to worry until the hair’s coming out of your ears. Ugh, you remember that weird man we had to go to Vegas with? Ugh, he asked me to clip his ear hair. I hate old Indian men. shudder

If that’s **GT **getting her ducks in a row, must they be right outside my window? Actually, it sounded like it was on my balcony!

Lissla, why? Does your cat wake up sound sleepers or leave them alone?

Lookee, I’m alive.

Long long day yesterday, so far today’s not looking like I’ll poke my head out of my shell either.

Although, yesterday was really a play day, last one before school starts. The HS athletic department golf outing was yesterday, that’s a lot of fun, even for the non-golfers.

So, this - here? Where I post a 5 line post? This was my goofing off time today…
:frowning:

Every time Swampy says something about mop heads, I hear that song from The Muppet Show in my head.

Ma-nom a nop (doot too da do doot)
Ma-nom a nop (doot doo-doot doot)
Ma-nom a nop (doot too da do doot, da doo doot, da doot-doot doodlie doot doot)

It was on a commercial not too long ago; I forget the product. hee hee

When I get home, Ellen, I will email you audio file for Manamanah
and if you’re a real good girl, the video, too (or maybe I’ll just post that one for all to see)