I was going to stay online and hang out, but my porch swing is calling me. Sunny day, porch swing, iced tea, murder mystery.
Life is VERY good right now.
toodles
Yes, I believe you would.
This is a good pun. Are all the rest of this quality?
Lawn, gym, library, snack/lunch, couch to read.
Nap.
That’s a full day, right?
I’m a-gonna be a grouchy Tigs for a few days, I’ll warn everybody. I already warned Papa Tigs. See, I take a small amount of pain meds regularly for my bad foot – nerve damage, all kinds of stuff, long story – but because of my trip, I’m running low on my meds. And my next appointment isn’t till next Tuesday, and I can’t get in earlier, so that means I have to stretch what I have. Which I can, but it means my foot is gonna HURT, and that means I’m a-gonna be a cranky Tigs. 
I appreciate them not wanting me to get hooked, but don’t you think that asking for a “fill the gap” scrip of two days’ worth of meds, first time in 2-1/2 years with this doctor that I’ve ever done that, isn’t really that unreasonable?
So you all behave this week or I’ll swat you with my cane! That means you! And my cane has a heavy metal crawfish head, so if I swat you with it, I’m gonna do some damage! No whips and chains (although clothesline and ropes are still allowed)! Only all-natural whipped cream! And keep offa my lawn, ya little preverts! 
I have got too much work to do today and zero motivation to do it. It’s a pretty day, and I’d rather have my feet up and relax. Why can’t I be independently wealthy? What am I doing wrong?
I could go for a nap.
Dude, you’ll strain yourself! Easy!
More or less. Make of that what you will.
Is it time to go home yet? It’s been very quiet here today. One of those “we’re not closed, but a lot of our clients are” days.
I’ve sneezed so much today, I told my co-worker I’d make her last blessing last the rest of the day.
Quick poll, because I’m curious: is Ashton a boy’s name or a girl’s name or both?
Tigs, that sounds miserable. I hope the next week flies by for you.
I feel like some pizza.
Yes, Sean, all puns in this thread are guaranteed to meet or exceed the quality standard you’ve identified. ::hides crossed fingers behind back::
Returned three pairs of slacks and obtained new undies and a pair of pants from Kohl’s. Bought lunch stuff at Wild Oats.
Off to get a haircut.
I’m practically productive!
GT
Wow, Mama Tigs, that sucks. I’ll do my best to behave so you don’t rap me with your cane.
They’re still trying to pinpoint the cause of the big explosions at the foundry this weekend.
I’m supposed to be cleaning up my kitchen, but do you see me doing it? Nope…I"m not. I should, but dangit, the kids should be doing it the right way.
Mr. Taters is home now, chomping on some Doritos.
Hiya!
Bad bad bad puns…
Anyways life is tripping along here at Casa-da-Ems-parents my Dad is doing great - his leg is swollen but he took a walk around the block with the physical terrorist this afternoon and she is very pleased with his progress. The walk took it out of him though and he has been resting with his foot up for nearly 45 mins so I will be off in a moment to rearrange the foot rests to knee supports and heel rest.
My Mam made my favourite food yesterday - Roast Chicken Sunday Lunch. It is normally my welcome home lunch but with Dad’s Op is was delayed a week. We had Roast Chicken stuffed with good pork sausage and bread and onion stuffing, roast potatoes, cauliflower, peas and broad beans from my Dad’s garden this summer, gravy and yorkshire puddings.
I laid down on the couch for a full hour with my jeans top button undone groaning that I ate to much. Yum!
Well I am off to re-arrange Dad’s pillows and then to bed.
Forgot to mention I am about 2/3 of the way through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows…loving it!
We made a return trip to Leonardtown to pick up my meds, to get some stuff **FCD ** needed to install fuel filters on the boat, and since Bad Chinese was right there, we grabbed an early dinner.
Before we left, I cleaned and reorganized my studio, priced and boxed a bunch of stuff, and cleaned some dirty tools. I also tossed the last load of dirty clothes into the washer. After we got back, I folded the dry clothes and put the wet stuff into the dryer. Last load should be done in half an hour. I never did finish my critters. I’m going to spray down the bodies before I go to bed, and after work tomorrow, I’ll finish them. No, really, I will.
Speaking (as I seem to do endlessly) of claying, I turn to you creative MMPers to perhaps suggest holiday type pieces. I have an idea for a Christmas tree pot, and I think I can do a snowman/snowwoman, but I’m not sure what else to try. Maybe I can just put silk holiday-type flowers into pots I already have? Or fill pots with holiday candies, wrap them in cellophane and put a big ribbon in them?? Gotta get festive ideas to clear my inventory.
Gotta get ice cream, too. The last ice cream of my long weekend. <sigh>
I’m glad to see that your Dad’s recovery is going well ems.
What, exactly, is in Yorkshire pudding? I always see it talked about, but am curious as to what is actually in it. I have a feeling it nothing like what we Americans consider pudding.
Yorkshire pudding is food for the gods, if done correctly. If not, it is doughy, filling and high in fat…
It’s a starch, essentially, made from flour, eggs, beef drippings and salt.
My mother used to make it with roast beef and green beans. Num, num, nummy!
ETA-Dotty, that is one of my pet peeves. If I cooked it for you, please be polite. Ye gods-why make an effort, if not for the shared pleasure in eating? Tell 'em I said to go to hell. :mad:
Funny, you don’t LOOK like some pizza!
Ba dum bum!
I’ll be here all week, folks.
Gather up your fruit juice;
add some ice, let it loose.
That’s a sorbet.
Drag your arse out of bed;
do each day 'till you’re dead.
That’s a job eh.
You don’t mind being ignored;
you will talk 'till they’re floored.
You’re a bore - yay.
I’ll stop now…
I see we have all kinds of purple people crawling out of the woodwork… (And, yeah, you can say you’ll stop, Peach, but I’ll bet you can’t… ) 
That was one of the things I forgot - thanks for the reminder, rigsy: I can’t believe they would tell you your food wasn’t any good, Dotty. That’s just rude. Is it a cultural thing or just an annoying family thing?
Hair looks lovely (of course). Had some rice pudding. Really should have more for din din. Suggestions?
GT
We’re like the common cold at the moment gardentraveler. You can try to avoid us but we’re always lurking nearby.
Lead some troups to the wall;
push it down, make it fall.
That’s a foray!
Sorry!