Not together, but I have seen Moooooooom live and in person on numerous occasions, and I will swear on a stack of Bibles that she is not a burly dude from Jawja.
You always stick up for her!
Mrs. Plant v.3.0 made me a birthday cake!
Cute.
Better stick with her, though. I don’t like to cook/bake. If I can’t nuke it or eat it cold, I generally don’t bother.
She will be relieved that she still gets all my stuff.
There’s a waiter at Whitey’s Fish Camp in Orange Park, FL, who served us dinner when he took me out, so yes, someone has seen us together. Plus **Taters **has met both of us, and I’m willing to bet she can tell the difference!
If you squint, you might think we’re twins. :eek: OK, if you’re drunk, half blind and squinting thru a smeared, cracked lens… 
Supper was meh - Ledo’s chicken calzone is nasty. But I didn’t have to cook of clean, so there’s that. And now, it’s time to knit.
It’s Friday! No more work til Monday!
Only down side is I am going to do our taxes this weekend… :cue the death march music :
Zumba tonight and tomorrow morning although right now I am in my jammies and do or want to go back out in freezing temps
Well, it is Purim…
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CP!!!
The snow is mostly melted, but that’s okay. I enjoyed it (from inside!) while it was here. 
In fact, we might get some more tonight, but that’s pretty iffy. It’s cold enough for it, and the skies were clouded for it, also. We’ll see. I’m fixing tandoori chicken, and have some Naan to go with it for tomorrow. We’re also going to try this cobbler recipe that I saw on Pintrest, involving frozen fruit (we’ve got peaches and raspberries), a cake mix, and a can or so of diet soda. We’ll see how it turns out before I share that recipe. LOL
Other than that, I’ve got mostly nothing. I’ve been reading Johanna Lindsay novels, believe it or not. Yes, this is far from my usual realm of reading interest, but I’m actually enjoying it. She writes what I call historical romances. They’re really more romance than anything else and she can write some fairly steamy stuff, let me tell ya, but her historical info is usually fairly accurate.
Hope everyone enjoys their weekend.
That wasn’t me. 
I have met both **Swampy and FCM **in person, although not at the same time. I can attest to their being real and genuine and look nothing alike.
It was a cold, wet, windy day today and this weather is supposed to continue through the weekend.
I face another day of work tomorrow, and worked today on my RDO. Lucky me. :rolleyes:
Dinner is in the oven and when it’s done we shall eat. I guess I’ll clean up the kitchen too. After that, it’s relaxation time.
You might see us in the same room at the same time one day, but you will never see me crawling around on bridges.
I can drive across them, I even walked the Bay Bridge, but you will never see me climbing around on them.
I had the A/C on in the car, driving around the block on break while a bank robber was evading the gendarmes.
“When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.”
So, what you’re saying is, FCM/swampy is a master of disguise? :dubious:
Happy birthday, flytrap! Amusing cake.
TGIF
That is all. Well, mostly.
Hugs.
GT
Dislike of Harley Davidsons, master Chef, knitting, what more proof do you need?
Moooooom, you &** Swampy **more or less look how I pictured you.
PB made dinner. I made cookies. Dinner was good, cookies were…edible.
My back hurts.
That’s pretty much it.
Two words: Michael & Jackson
AHA!
My back hurts, too.
Wondering if I should have half a vicodin or a glass of wine.
Not having to go to work tomorrow,** THE DAY AFTER MY BIRTHDAY,** wine is winning out.
Had another spinal injection today. Why are so many spinal diagnostic procedures so damned unpleasant? The injection itself is uncomfortable, and now, my head is spinning and pounding. Falling asleep will be challenging with the BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM… going on.
DH is wiped out. Hopefully he’ll perk up a bit once his body clears out the chemo.
The sick fish doesn’t seem to be quite so bad now. Maybe not circling the drain, but he is still in the sink.