Older Sister had a post on FB last week about a scare she had when she couldn’t find her old, deaf dog. They searched everywhere for her, then Older BIL went outside and took a picture of the swingset in the yard. She put the picture up with the caption “Find the brown dog.” The dog was right by the fence, in the only part of the yard not covered in snow, taking a nap. She’s the exact same color as the dry grass. It took me a good five minutes to find her even with someone in the comments pointing out exactly where she was. Best Where’s Waldo ever.
Nary a flake in St. Mary’s county, which suits me fine! It’s cold and overcast and miserable, but not snowy. Right now we’re forecast to get snow on Weds, but we shall see if that holds.
I got all the towels ironed and cut in half, but I ran out of steam before I get them hemmed. It’ll get done eventually.
We went to Bert’s for an early supper, and now we’re home to veg. Thus endeth my weekend.
I had such an intense rehearsal yesterday that I don’t want to ruin my lips any further by playing my clarinets today, so maybe I can get stuff done tonight instead of practicing. Maybe I can dive into my piano. Not literally.
Home from dindin at Sonny’s. Those babyback ribs were reduced to a pile of picked clean bones when I got finished! We both had babyback ribs, baked beans, corn on the cob, and cornbread. YUM!
That’s the news from swampland. Who’s startin’ us off tomorrow? Next person to post?
ETA: doggio I wouldn’t know. I’m not a stout fan even though Guiness stout is the secret ingredient in the world reknown “St. Patrick’s It’s Irish Because We Say So Stew.”
I believe that it has been fifty years since the English band called “The Beatles” came to the United States and played the (Really Great) Ed Sullivan Show ™.
I remember watching that show fifty years ago today.
I was in third grade. For a while we had a new game on the playground at school. Four boys would get up on the steps of one of the outdoor classrooms and sing a few snatches from the Beatle’s songs. Then the girls would scream and jump up and down, then chase them around the playground.
Doggio I will NOT be distributing butt scritches to any Mumpers, no matter what state they are from,
ain’t no way I am being that nice.
Looks like it stopped snowing and the road is clear.
Columbo is on.
I know its heresy but I never liked the Beatles
I’ve got a million phone calls to make tomorrow and I don’t want to make any of them. They all have to do with hospital bills and medical insurance and it gives me a headache to deal with that stuff.
If I start us off tomorrow it will probably be boring so somebody else better jump in before I do.