Yay! Congrats to Moooooommm & FCD!!! Where we goin’ for supper?
Molasses cookies is what we call them. Others call them gingerbread.
Worked, came home. Having a beerverage and waiting for hockey to start.
Yay! Woohoo!
How about the time he went to :eek:Wally World:eek: in a tube top, spandex thong ,and white gogo boots?
red, shoe, thanks. I’ve always had photogenic pets.
Butters, Gordie prefers this kind of party.
Howdy Y’all! Dindin has been ingested, poke chops, peas ‘n carrots, broccoli and cheesey rice, and rolls. Also I have been to FedEx to mail the phones back to AT&T. All that after irkin’ all day. I’s tahrd!
Yay for FCD’s new gig!
Midget yum! Here’s you a molasses joke.
A mama mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole all live in a little mole hole.
One day the papa mole sticks his head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says,“Yum! I smell maple syrup!”
The mama mole sticks her head out of the hole, sniffs the air and says “Yum! I smell honey!”
The baby mole tries to stick his head out of the hole to sniff the air, but can’t because the bigger moles are in the way so he says, “Geez, all I can smell is molasses!”
Thank You! I’ll be here all week! Try the waitstaff! Tip the veal! 
eTA: doggio whatever do you mean! I would never go to :eek:Wally*World:eek: in formal attire.
Back from Kevin’s - Weds night is fried chicken night and **FCD **lurves their fried chicken, so that’s where we went. I had the crab cake platter - also yum! Now I’s stuffded!!
Ice cream later.
It’s been a good day!
Haha, yes, I’ve heard the molasses joke. 
I have to practice for a big rehearsal on Friday.
I haven’t had ice cream in a while.
According to the physical therapist, my problem is the little bones in the top of my foot. It looks like I inherited Southern Grandma’s bum foot. Thanks Grandma! I now have custom-fitted orthotics that I have to wear in my shoes which I have to wear whenever I’m awake. I haven’t decided how I feel about this yet.
Recline time!! MWAH!!
Mooom, congrats to FCD on the new gig.
Emily, molasses cookies was one that my father’s mother taught to my mother when she was a new bride. Although I always liked them, I didn’t truly appreciate their flavor until I began dunking them in coffee.
spaz, sorry about the granny bum foot. Orthopedic inserts do beat out the old school, butt ugly orthopedic shoes.
Oooh, molasses cookies in coffee. I should try that sometime. I used to dip animal crackers in coffee. That tastes good, but is kind of a weird thing to do.
If you have an Aldi in your area, you should stop in and pick up some of the most wonderful gingerbread cookies that have ever existed. It’s called pfeffernusse and it’s what God serves in heaven when you ask for a cookie.
Dipping a thing into another’s thing in orde to make a tasty thing even tastier isn’t “weird” and if people didn’t experiment a bit we’d all still be wearing leather loincloths and bashing dinner to death with a club, so I say, dip away! Dip your animal crackers into coffee and your Oreos into milk and your dog kibble into beer or whatever it is that floats your boat. Dip! Dip as if your very taste buds depended on it!
I’m amusing myself because I’m waiting to find out how things are going down with my friend and the guy she’s been seeing for a while, a guy who happens to be my ex’s twin brother, so I’m far more curious than I usually am in my friends personal goings-on. They are supposed to be having an in-person talk to try to fix some ongoing issues but I really and truly think it’ll be the end of them and best case scenario they can salvage their friendship. I’m friends with both so other than popping popcorn and watching from the sidelines I’m staying the hell away from any personal involvement.
I have leftover cooked pasta, and bacon, and onions, and that can only mean one thing: fried pasta for dinner! I shall take a multivitamin with it, cuz there ain’t nothin’ healthy about it, except it’s good for the soul. (Well, onions are supposed to be good for you what with the antioxidants and all but surely the bacon cancels that out?)
EmilyG, you go to a lot of concerts and some of them sound thoroughly enjoyable and you seem like a nice enough person and if we weren’t most of a continent apart I’d suggest we hang.
SpazCat, don’t you love it when the cheapest store in the area also has the best {{ thing }} in the area?
Wait until you are old enough for bifocals and then complain ----- a lot.
Aww, thanks. 
Yes, I go to many concerts of different types of music. I’m lucky I live in an area where there are many good concerts on. I even sometimes have the problem that there are two good concerts I want to go to, but they’re on at the same time.
“Get off my lawn…or I’ll load the 6 pounder with grapeshot!”
I’ll see your bifocals and raise that to trifocals. Now get off my lawn! 
Wow! If we were on a football team and walking back to the huddle together I would so slap you on the ass right now.
Just sayin’.
Well, tempoaray stopgap sorted for job situation; I have been offered late shifts at the post office mail sortin’ centre for the next few weeks. Startin’ moanday.
Would be nice to get something longer term, and the rotten security boss will not be happy (irkin’ firdays, so won’t be available to irk for him), but I need the money…
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 59 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 79 for the day. I have worn short sleeves all week long, which is not a normal December thing even for 'round heah.
Spaz sorry about the foot, but like red said, just be glad you don’t have to wear those butt ugly orthopedic shoes. I had to wear 'em as a cub. They came in one color, brown, and the nearest place to go buy 'em was 50 miles from ye olde hometowne.
nuts yay for the gig if only temp. May you find sump’n more permanent soonest.
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
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Well, I never…!!!
Good morning! My sweetie and I did a lot of talking about the new job. He’s thinking he’ll hang in there for 2 years, then decide whether to continue or retire for reals. He’ll max out the 401k to get company matching and to put the money out of our reach till he retires. That’ll become our travel fund. From his take-home, we’ll put about half into the household account and half into his account for outfitting his shop and whatever other stuff he wants to do, mostly motorcycle-related, I’m sure. So we shall see how that plays out.
Meanwhile, it means we won’t have to hit our IRA for 2 more years, putting us about 3 years ahead of our previous schedule. Which further means that I don’t have the spectre of being a WalMart greeter hanging over my head! :eek:
Today’s plans include finishing my Secret Santa gift so’s I can get it in the mail by early next week. I’ve already emptied then refilled the dishwashwer, and there’s not enough dirty laundry to run a load. Ziva has been leaving her hair all over the carpet in a couple of spots, forcing me to drag out the vacuum cleaner later today. Beyond that, nothing much going on.
And not to induce panic, but it’s just 3 weeks till Christmas. I need to find an appropriate $10 gift for the family’s goofy exchange. I thought I might go for $10 of pudding mix, because who doesn’t love pudding?? Altho $10 of TP would make a bigger package…
Happy Thursday!!!