The cats are grounded. Monkey has been getting too far into the neighbor’s yard, and too close to a brown tabby I don’t recognize. Nikki couldn’t even be arsed to come when called last night, the little hussy, and spent half the night doing og-knows-what (probably sleeping, but still!) and showed up in the middle of the night with BURRS all over her fur.
So I’ve decided they’re not going outside.
Now Monks has cabin fever and is punishing everyone for my decision with his frantic energy, Nik is still a mess - there’s gonna be clippers buzzing in her very near future, but I’m gently pulling out what I can by hand first - and I just kinda wanna go back to bed.
Which I may very well do.
I dragged Gordie outside right before the heavy rain hit. He refused to poop, but he did whizz [Carl Spackler]So I got that going for me, which is nice.[/Carl Spackler]
shoe, Alex only tires to go out once a year. She likes her creature comforts too much.
Happy father’s day to the Mumper dads out there!
That sounds like a totally yucky job swampy. I hope that you didn’t lose too much in the freezer.
shoe, of the last two house cats that I had, one was a rescued barn kitty who had absolutely zero interest in going outside (his mother and littermates had been killed by a bobcat when he was a kitten) and the other was a pet shop kitty that I inherited from my sister when she could no longer keep her after college. She would try to escape at every opportunity.
Up, caffeinating, breakfasted, a pot of gumbo in the crock and fixing to go outside to plant elephant ears after KP. We’re supposed to get rain this afternoon, so that will give them a good drink.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
I just realized the “dog tales” MMP got hijacked by cats.
I got somebody else’s weather. We just got hail. Bigger than a quarter. Seriously? I don’t remember signing up for this.
Actually, I think that’s the biggest hail we’ve seen here. There’s been big hail in the country, and there were some hailstones approximately the size of ping pong balls approximately one hour’s drive southeast of us just a few days ago, so I can confirm this weather’s weird.
Grandma’s brain is still pretty good, in my book. Glad you joined here. Congrats on the new addition.
After a week of lazing about in hot weather, tomorrow I’m going back to work, assuming we don’t lose power (which is almost never, in 20 years), which nicely coordinates with the changes to cooler, rainy weather which is expected for the next week.
Happy Father’s Day to those who celebrate!
Tell me where this location can be achieved.
ETA: I WANT TO GO TO THERE.
Feline takeovers are surprising? 
shoe - a desert??
Breakfast was good, but a tad steep to my mind - over $30 after tip, and I’m not that big a tipper. On the other hand, I’m sufficiently stuffded that I won’t have lunch - I guess that’s something.
I just finished hacking back various green and growing things that attack me when I drive by on John Deere - two full carts have been dumped in our woods, not to mention the cuttings I just flang to the ground. Unfortunately, I may have gotten into some poison ivy, but as soon as I came inside, I scrubbed with soap. Fingers crossed that I was in time.
I’m having a glass of lemonade and cooling down before heading to the basement for one last coat of chalkboard paint. Also waiting to hear from Lowe’s so I can pick up my paint, then over to BB for the TV, which is ready. I think the rest of the day will be spent trying to finish the stoopit hexagon lap robe. I’m barely halfway thru sewing the pieces together. I hates it, I do!
Excuse me? Exactly what are you implying here???
Yanno, the nice thing about posting and reading posts, it’s not rude if you just flat out don’t read what someone else writes, nor do you know if someone rolls their eyes every time you bring up the amazing toddlers that consume your life! It’s not like anyone is trapped in the car with me having to hear me go on and on and on… 
My paint and TV are ready. Unfortunately, because I ordered the TV thru my daughter’s account to get the Prime discount, she has to go with me. I’m waiting for her to tell me when we can go. Dammit. Annoying, but still, I saved $100, so I’ll put up with it. Like I have a choice.
Sorry. I didn’t word that very well. I meant I intend to relatively maturely step off the Grandma extolling about the perfectness of her grandchildren, their exquisite beauty and way above averageness stage in time for you to star about da RoxStar and her sweet newborn brother. I think it will be fun for me to have a pal (you) in the same Grandma situation. Two grandkids, a girl just about the same age getting to big sister a brother with about the same age difference. I’ll make the mistakes and you can learn from them and be stellar, outshining me. And the rest of you have to listen.
BBBoo - I was kidding!! I hate that there’s no way to convey tone of voice. I knew exactly what you were getting at. Remember, I’m nice, dammit! I promise if I ever have an issue with you, or anyone else here, I’ll deal with it privately.
And funnily enough, I was telling FCD yesterday about you and your grands, and how unfortunate it is that we live so far apart.
Yep, it is! We, and the assorted kidlets, would have so much fun!! Lots of coffee drunk, fresh bread eaten, popsicles running down chubby arms (and that’s just my arms), lots of aquarium visits and playgrounds visited. Shoot. We’ll just have to make do here.
Although I do harbor dreams of a long, slow driving visit out east when this Covid thang is fully, irrevocably over. I’ll post a sign up sheet for mumpers who want me to show up. swampy, you don’t get a choice, I’m coming to Chez Swamp, prepare yourself as best you can, iron the lame thong.
Good morning, all. Mrs Magill and I hopped on our bikes this morning, and she took me to breakfast, not to our usual place, though - Mama’s is closed for Father’s day. We’re now both showered and shaved and doing our thing.
She’s upstairs baby-proofing the boys’ gaming room, so her brother’s family can stay for Fang’s party. I’m down in the kitchen, making bread.
After many complaints were lodged by the Finch Family, the feeder has been refilled.
I think I’ll turn on the Italy/Wales match in a bit.
Have a happy Father’s day, everyone!
Mrs Magill shaves in the morning. Hmmm.
I guess I sort of do too. Weekly on Sundays before I head to to Hatties, I pluck out the two stubborn grey granny-chin-hairs that just won’t go away and stay away. May that never happen to her.
Me: < sweeps dirt out front door >
Alex Catt:
Me: “Alex, get back in here.”
Alex:
My cat obeys me better than my dog. 
She’s a mammal, so hair is OK. Feathers would be weird. Or kinky.
I’ve gone from clouds, to light rain, to a monsoon, to sun, and now a thunderstorm. Snow at 6?
BBBoo , FCM , feel.free to spam us with grandkid tales. 
Update time:
- TV and paint picked up - check
- Chickie purchased from Aldi - checkl
- Car fueled - check
- Chalkboard painting done - check
- Tiny bit of wall paint repainted - check
- Chickie rubbed and in the rotisserie for supper - check
- Dash to dollar store for forgotten Parmesan cheese (dammit) - check
- Lasagna built and in fridge, to be baked tomorrow - check
- Shirt sprayed because the tomato sauce spattered - check
But I haven’t touched the accursed hexagon beast. Guess I’ll have a go at it now. Supper will be the chickie and salad. Chillage shall ensue - it’s dang hot outside!
Happy Father’s Day (and Uncles and Brothers and just all you good guys in general) to all my Mumper friends. You enrich my life greatly and you came along just in time!