Why in the world does Allie have a fixation on chewing on paper? She CAN’T be that desperately hungry, since she has food down at all times, and she’s got a reserve pad on her tummy.
Have been in contact with credit union, then with public transit system. About to fax documentation of the problem to the transit people, who tell me they’ll mail me a check. I need to remember to keep tabs on that, since I really do have much better uses for $100.
Taz *is *a brat. When I blocked off the pantry with a chair, he went over to the cabinet next to the fridge and opened that.
Supper was yum - tuna steak, shells-n-cheese, and broccoli. **FCD **is in his shop futzing with the bike, and I’m thinking about watching some TV and finishing the shawl I’m working on. Considering how tired we both are, I suspect this will be an early night.
So I should just bed you a good evening right now. MWAH!
My sister and I once caught our neighbour’s cat on our porch, eating some paper that was stuck to the porch. I guess some cats just like eating weird things.
Emily, growing up, we used to check each other for ticks when we’d come in from a wooded area, so they’ve been around for at least for-mumblety years. The skeeters were pests around the water but they weren’t as bad during the heat of the day. When we got out of the lake by my godparents, we also checked for leeches. :eek:
So I did laundry and walked Gordie a couple of times, but otherwise I actually slothed.:eek:
Welcome back, stanger. And I shall have to learn that song, for when I have to deal with bull.
We had ticks, Mom just pulled them off. I don’t think Moooommmm!!! would do the same for me(although since she’s bedding random Mumpers suddenly, who knows. ).
Back from doing the monthly Insurance Tango with the pharmacy. Some of DH’s meds are expensive. Criminally expensive, perhaps, at $1584.66 for one and $1548.76 for another. Even epinephrine for bee stings comes in at $513.79.
Mercifully, the makers of these potions are benevolent enough to offer their products for free to pretty much anyone who’s clever enough to look for and ask for discounts.
The dance is that each month, the pharmacy computer conveniently forgets about the discounts, so when I go to the pharmacy, I have to brace myself in anticipation of them saying how much they think I owe them. Sorry, but if the drug makers are willing us to give over $3500 worth of meds for free each month, I’m going to bitch and moan until I find someone who’s able to grasp the idea of the discounts and how to enter them.
Yes, but you have to come to MerryLande to get on it first. After you get off it, we’ll go find some trouble to get into.
My favorite summers were my junior high school years. Old enough to go about anywhere on my bike that my legs hold up for, and still too young to have a job. My sister and I would head off to The Lie-berry for books, the municipal pool, or the dam to go fishing without having to ask Mom. Usually we told her the day before so she’d know, but not always.
Both grandparents were farmers, but my dad’s folks got off the farm before I was born. His mom was the cool grandma, and would play with us. Mom’s mom was a bible thumper and quite proper, but they still had their land, and all of us cousins would roam the river, woods, and fields at will. That’s where I learned to hunt and fish.
Every year we piled in the station wagon and drove all over the country. Before I left for college I had been to every state except for Hawai’i, Alaska, and Florida. (I’ve since visited all of those as well.). We camped every night at a different place, with exceptions made for exceptional places, like Yellowstone. Lots of hiking.
Ask me if I like camping. Go ahead. Double-dog dare ya. Hate it. With the passion of 1,000 suns. I might like it if it had not been done as a way to travel cheaply, and we had actually gotten to stay in beautiful places and relax. But we were always on the way somewhere. As the eldest slave, er, child, I got to help put up and strike camp every night and morning. Normally in some KOA dust-bowl just off the freeway. I hate camping.
