There goes Tokyo.
My best/worst recipe contribution: Mama’s biscuits.
White Lily self-rising flour
Butter flavor Cisco
Buttermilk
Squish together until it looks a lot like biscuit dough. Bake in a hot oven until it’s biscuits. Enjoy!
(I swear, I can bake almost anything. I can’t biscuit! I didn’t get that gene.)
I am glad to know that I can still hate your guts over the cement pond without guilt.
Thanks! :dubious:
Loud fireworks at 9:00 Post Meridian as Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) is sleeping before going to her Dark Satanic Mill to do inventory at Midnight.
I wish I could stick those rockets up someone’s nose.
Well, my closing shift “hurt her foot” , so I worked a double. And extra OT for me. At least there is cold Guinness in the fridge, and a warm pup at my foot.
Nah, that was “The Intimidator”, Dale Earnhart. Gordon is a whiney git.
If you’re sore, get hammered!
swampy, I’m with you on the watermelons. Especially marinated in tequila.
{{{{red}}}} Sorry about your classmate.
I am so very tired of brain zaps, AND of no sex. TMI- I like sex. Like, A Lot.
But following the biopsy it’s no sex for 7-14 days. It’s gotten OLD FAST.
GGGRRRRR.
Tonight is going to be fun 
The son is hurting with an ear ache. He doesn’t want to go to the doctor, we’ll see how that works. I used to have ear drops that would kill the pain but they were used up long ago.
The dog is not doing well tonight. He is doing that thing again where he jumps up and runs around yelping. He was doing so well with sleeping through the night, now this. I got some aspirin into him, hopefully that will help. Last time the vet couldn’t find anything wrong, and he got better on his own.
I sat for a bit out front tonight, something I seldom do. Saw one of the neighbors give another one a talking to about running the stop sign on the corner. Good. There’s a lot of kids around here, people drive too fast already. Now if I can just catch the assholes who are throwing trash on the ground. If you can’t wank down the sidewalk without throwing trash on the ground then you shouldn’t be allowed out of the house without a leash.
…I hope that’s a typo.
Batboy, I had to read that sentence 3 times before I saw it! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!! Thanks for a morning laugh!
I’ve been out of bed less than an hour, and so far I’ve tended to Higgs’ morning needs, scooped the cat box, cleaned and refilled the critters’ water fountain, and had some toast. I’m pretty sure **FCD **will want to go out for breakfast, so I won’t eat more than that for now. We need to stop for bread and PB on the way home.
When I let the dog out, it was already mid-70s and muggy. It’s going to be an unpleasant day to do anything outside, other than maybe float in a pool. But we don’t have a pool, so we’ll likely stay inside.
I had a strange dream last night and all I remember is that **rosie **was in it. I have a vague sense that I was ticked off in the dream because either she wanted me to do something I didn’t want to do or she wouldn’t do something she was supposed to do. At least it’s all vague. Before I retired, I had a dream about a coworker and I woke up furious at her - I was still angry when I got to the office! That was surreal, altho in reality, she did tend to tick me off more often than not. On the other hand, I don’t think **rosie **has ever ticked me off, especially since we never met IRL.
Anyway, Happy Sunday!! Any volunteer to start us off tomorrow?
Oh yeah, forgot to mention that I also loaded the dishwasher. 
So efficient!
Moooom, you may have felt my headache. The DJ at the reunion failed to understand that we were all in our late 50s, and wanted to talk to each other, not shout. The music volume went to 11, and the bass beat even higher. My head hurts (the two drinks I had don’t count because they were hours apart and I ate food in between)
Even when I was a teen, I didn’t understand why music had to be so doggone loud at school dances. When my niece got married last year, the reception was in a nice, but small, venue and unless you went outside, it was impossible to have a conversation. I don’t know why my sister didn’t insist that the DJ take it down a few notches - I certainly would have.
This has nothing to do with the whippersnappers on my lawn either! 
That said, I had a very nice time. Some of the class hadn’t changed one iota, others I wouldn’t be able to pick out of a line up. Our name tags were our yearbook photos, which helped a great deal.
There was interesting different food, although most of the hors d’oeuvres were fried, they did have this lovely little beef and goat cheese thing. I have a few of those.
Even though I grew up in that town, I’d never been inside the catering hall. I’d never been invited to any bar/bat mitzvahs or weddings that were held there. So I figured first time for everything - I’ve never had a Manhattan either. It was an open bar, so I ordered one. It was okay, not something I’d order again (not a bourbon fan).
The buffet dinner had some not-so-ordinary fare, though all I could tell you was the main ingredient: something with beef, something with chicken, something with salmon, and a pasta thing. It was all tasty, but I’d filled up on those beef & goat cheese things. 
It was wonderful to see everyone, especially since several of them did not retain their youthful figures (I’m bad), although some had, amazingly well.
At one point, a woman came up to me (I didn’t recognize her name or her yearbook photo) and said “I was very mean to you in grade school, and I’ve felt terrible about it, so I apologize” I thanked her, and we polite-hugged. But that made me feel pretty good.
I even danced a little (well, spun the Jazzy on the dance floor for a bit).
So, now, I’m looking forward to the 50th. I just hope the organizers have a long talk with the DJ first.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 94, mostly cloudy and a chance of rain this afternoon. We shall see. Today’s big plan is to deheathenate and I have ush duty. The “Canon of the Ordinary” from the diocesan office will be our Celebrant this mornin’. His title means “advisor to the Bishop” and is an administrate function of the Diocese. Anywho, I hope he stays in one place while he preaches. Last time he was Celebrant he roamed all over the church whilst preachin’. Seriously, I thought the man was goin’ to wander out to the parkin’ lot.
{{{Butters}}} hope you’re feelin’ better today.
{{{red}}} so sorry about the loss of your friend.
rosie that’s a big reason I don’t like to go to events that include a dance.
OK, I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Also, purtification for deheathenization must commence at some point.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
I need to clean up for church too. I had been intending to go to the early service and have more uninterrupted day afterwards, but the verger emailed a call for substitute chalists and I spoke up. Someone was sick, and another was out of town unexpectedly. So I’ll help at Communion at the 10:30 service instead.
Yeah, ordinarily I avoid them, too. But HS 40th. Mostly worth it.
Happy Sunday!
I am up way too early considering I didn’t get to sleep until around 7am. The dog is still acting weird, but now Sah-Son is up and can take care of him.
It’s already hot outside, the sun is shining and the humidity is rising.
Today will not be a pleasant day.
Yes, BatBoy a typo and my face is red.
I’m glad you had a good time Rosy.
Okay, I’ve checked in already this morning. But I have not been listening to news. Now I have. Geez, I thought I was getting better, but now…? I just heard about Orlando, how does one deal with this? You know, my mother once said that when she gets to Heaven she’s going to have some pointed questions to ask of God. I think I will too, if I follow her.
Just finished not-quite half an hour in the garden, lopping down trees that refuse to die. They’ve all been cut down to ground level repeatedly, and they keep coming back. I don’t want to go all Agent Orange because other things are growing around them, so I’ll keep cutting them back till they give up or I die…
It’s horridly humid out there. I’m done with outside chores for the day. Except for turning off the sprinkler - I’ll go out and do that when the timer beeps.
So far I’ve cleaned the bathroom, sheveled, had coffee, walked Gordie twice, and packed up 2 garbage bags of clothes for Goodwill. Now it’s brunch then laundromat time.
“People cum and go in my neighborhood all the time.” 
But I hope the dog and Sah-Son feel better today.
Glad you had a good time, rosie
raventhief, it’s OK. We thrive on TMI here. but I hope the week goes fast.
My MIL cracks me up. She just called to make sure our daughter wasn’t at that gay club in Orlando where the shooting happened. This is that same MIL who called when our daughter was on a cruise in the Caribbean and there was a hurricane developing - 1000 miles away. She’s not a stupid woman, but sometimes, she’s weird…