My lunch is turkey and provolone on wheat with a little mayo, pretzels on the side, and cherries for dessert. And water, because I can’t handle any more caffeine.
What a day it’s been!! Much frazzlement. Four more hours to go!
Called the mortgage company. At least now they are showing the correct insurance company and correct premium. However, they still haven’t adjusted my payment and it’s scheduled to be fixed by July 16.
I put vinegar in the jet dry dispenser as you suggested FCM. I think part of the problem is that the stove top cleaner is much thicker than the jet dry, so it is taking forever to run out. I can’t find my bottle of jet dry either. It should be under the sink with all the other junk. Too much junk under there.
I just can’t believe how stuff accumulates.
I wish I could sleep all night. Something always wakes me up.
I need to get to work.
rockin’, quid pro quo on the moving. 
doggio, be careful, rosie may [del]rope you into[/del] convince you to assist in her household move.
metal mouse, I’m glad you made to SA safely.
Moooom, I cut cable five years ago and never looked back. I get ~15 channels over the air and streaming has filled in the rest. I’m not sure how the move will change that, as my downstairs neighbor generously supplied his wifi password for me to use. I’ll likely have to spring for internet.
{{{nava}}}, I’ve felt your pain and am glad those days are over.
It’s been another headphone kind of day. Between constant interruptions and the cow-irker in the cube across from me whining and bellyaching, music and noise canceling headphones have salvaged a little sanity.
Sitting on the bed last night with daughter and large dog number two (Bernese Mountain Dog-ish), and watching “Chopped”, my daughter suddenly says, “hey mom, what’s this on Kona’s side?” There, on Kona’s side we find a egg-sized tumor just below his armpit. I used my adult words. She did not scold me. She usually does.
Here’s the thing. I love my dogs (and cats, etc). I just spent close to $2500 trying to get my dog Pooka arthritis medicine, then being told he had some Serious Illness, then being told he had Cancer. Then, whoops, heh heh, he’s fine. Have some pills, that’s another $200 (seriously?! - need to find new source for pills). Now I have found an external mass on Kona. I need to get it checked out. The odds are very high that it’s a fatty tumor, but it needs to be checked. I feel like the vet is just turning me over and shaking out the pocket change right now. Mooommm I am not swearing like a sailor right now out of deference to you. Just know that I am thinking like one. :mad:
MetalMouse - glad you made it safely. Have fun!
Off to kick Girl Child out of bed and figure out what we’re doing with our day. I am demotivated today.
Howdy Y’all! Hump Day has been survived. YAY!!! 'Tis 93 Amurrkiin out but feels more like a hunnert and three. 'Tis HAWT! Salmon patties, peas, smashed N.O.T., and bizkits for dindin. In need of some comfort food southern U.S. of A. style.
{{{Nava}}} here’s wishin’ you ice cream and chawklit.
sunny here’s hopin’ Kona is ok, poor thing.
Butters has the King totally forgiven you?
**sunny **- you are aware, aren’t you, that I spent 11 years on active duty in the Navy and another 26 years working for the Navy, often around sailors. No need to be deferential around me if you need to let loose with the potty mouth. I, myself, have uttered the F-word on occasion. 
There may be others here whose sensibilities may be bruised, but as long as it’s not directed at me (because I’m nice, dammit!!) you can say whatever you want.
And on that note, it’s time to go home. YAY!!
No! :eek:
My illusions are shattered. :eek:
My daughter is actually pretty cute. She does not approve of foul language. At the age of 12, she never, ever uses any, ever. EVER. My daughter will scold me for even the mildest of imprecations and suggest alternate phrasings, “heck” for example.
My son, 11, has done the typical boy thing where, having learned there are bad words, he has to try them all out. It’s been an exercise of teaching him appropriate usage. So he’ll ask me, is it ok if I say “sh*t” after he has already fallen down and hit his knees. Which is also kind of cute. The main thing he needed to learn was situational awareness (we don’t swear in front of our teachers, at church, etc), so I think we’ve achieved that.
I try not to swear a lot in front of the kids, but it’s been known to happen (say, when finding a tumor on the dog the Day After the Other Dog was Cleared of Cancer, or when that mumblety-mumble-mumble rear-ended us at the red light). My husband only did it once, and it’s still spoken of in hushed tones by the children after lights out.
Ah, youth.
Dindin has been ingested. Once again I got the “just like supper at granny’s” compliment. Well, blush! :o Tomorrow shall be take out from Sonny’s since we have a coupons for chikin ‘n ribs combos. Speakin’ of ribs, I have been over ruled about the menu for Independance Day. Well, the Sattidy before actually. Thus I shall fire up the smoker for ribs 'n chikin. Maybe I should make somebody clean the smoker this time.
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I put vinegar in the jet dry dispenser as you suggested FCM. I think part of the problem is that the stove top cleaner is much thicker than the jet dry, so it is taking forever to run out. I can’t find my bottle of jet dry either. It should be under the sink with all the other junk. Too much junk under there.
I just can’t believe how stuff accumulates.
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I vaguely recall something about stove top cleaner getting into the Jet-Dry dispenser… I’m thinking a curved tip syringe would be really useful. Fill it with water, poke the tip into the dispenser, and blast away. You’ll probably need to do it quite a few times, but it would be faster than just waiting for the goop to dissolve out with vinegar or water.
If you’re weird and don’t like Amazon, you may be able to find these at craft stores or pet shops.
Another thought would be to sacrifice a Waterpik tip, if you have one of those gizmos in the bathroom. That would really blast stuff out, but at risk of spraying stuff for some distance around the kitchen.
gotti that makes me want to blast my dishwasher with a Waterpik even though there is nuttin’ wrong.
I got the paperwork from State Farm and mailed off the title and the power of attorney. Hopefully, in a week or so, I’ll get a check for my poor Escort.
As for dishwashers. when I was a kid and we wished we had a dishwasher my dad said he already had three, me and my two sisters.
Believe it or not, I never cussed until I joined the Army, at the age of nineteen. Even then I didn’t use the “f” word for a long time. I wish I could stop cussing. One Lenten season, when I went to confession, I confessed to using bad language. I know if I REALLT tried I could quit, because I dont cuss in front of my mother. In our family it “just isn’t done”.
Blurf.
I called back to my Doctor and asked for an appt or more Meds. Thank God he called in another 10 days of a stronger antibiotic and I had a refill on the expectorant cough syrup. I am a sicko.
Hubs is mad I didn’t stay home today and won’t stay home tomorrow. Daggummit I have missed enough irk.
Please don’t swear on the Straight Dope.
:dubious:
I worked, came home walked the dog. Time for beer!
: handcuffs Flytrap to Spidey :
Why do you think I rented a subcompact for the drive up. 
Feel better, Butters.
{{{{Sunny}}}}
NNNOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!
You couldn’t do something nicer; like shoot me? :mad:
The trebuchet is in the shop.
Not too exciting a day for me. Made blond chili in the slow cooker, which actually turned out pretty well.
I’m currently debating which is worse to step on: wild rose thorn or blackberry thorn. After a couple of painful incidents, I’d say rose thorns.
I’m thinking I need to learn how to make crepes so I can learn how to make chocolate ice cream crepes.
Off to search for crepes recipes. Such a busy day at work!