The only better location would next to a head shop.
The KK across the street closed a few years ago. I never understood that–cars were lined up around the block the day it opened, then a year or so later, bye-bye. I still want to try Paula Deen’s bread pudding made with KK donuts.
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A very important Public Service Announcement:
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So, what does “crazy” mean WRT steroids? Am I going to be dancing the macarena in McDonald’s in my underwear??
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Swampy & MetalMouse, the above is not an activity one should undertake to fill their time post-retirement.
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Well of course not, spidey, I for one would never wear underwear…
The head shop is on the next street. 
A special on Brain Bleach today, $1.00!
Shipping in the lower 48 is $75.00
Looks like our favorite ursine has competition for the King of TMI title. :rolleyes:
It’s a bit chilly outside, I sat out there for a while waiting for the dog to make up his mind as to what he wanted to do.
Or maybe he was just enjoying the sunshine.
WetOne - I wish this ex-friend was easy to ignore.
She called me yesterday, left a text to let me know she called. I ignored her. She called me back from a different number (she would do this even when I was talking to her), then she started sending me text messages.
I sent her a text telling her that I was irking (true) and the lines were busy (also true). Then I get another text from her at 11:30PM asking me to not forget her.
Now she has called me again today, and when I didn’t answer the text messages have started.
Even if I was talking to her I wouldn’t talk to her just because it pisses me off to be called back to back from different numbers and texted to tell me you called. Unless it’s an emergency, nobody needs to be calling/texting me like that.
I can take crazy, but I can’t take her kind of crazy.
The last time I talked to her…
okay - you want the crazy?
She calls me up in tears because the guy she likes is taking another woman out for NYE.
Now, this is a guy she hasn’t seen in 30 years, they dated in HS, broke up, lost touch and he had recently contacted her on FB. He lives in GA, she lives in MD, however they are talking everyday and talking about rekindling the romance.
He had just broken up with his ‘wife’ and was looking for somebody to talk to.
Okay, first M was upset because she found out his wife had already found another man and she wanted to know what was wrong with him that his wife had gotten over him so quickly.
Then she found out they were never really married, just lived together for 12? 15? years and had a daughter. She was LIVID that he had lied to her by calling his ex his ex-wife, and if he would lie about that what else was he lying about?
So she calls me last December, all upset because he is taking another woman out for NYE. I said is that what he told you and she said no. He told her he was going out NYE with a group of friends but she knew he was lying because NOBODY goes out with friends on NYE. I said OH!, well thanks for letting me know and I will spread the word because obviously quite a few people are doing NYE wrong.
This is the kind of stupid shit that comes out of her mouth, and her illogical leaps to conclusions would get her an Olympic Gold Medal.
So we talk some more and she is afraid there are women in the group. The she is afraid he will meet a woman while he is out. I told her of course he is going to see other women while he is out, unless he is a gay man going to a men’s only gay bar, he is going to see/meet other women. She wanted to know how could she be sure he wouldn’t find somebody else and I said you can’t. I said you can’t be sure of anything, he could walk out his front door and get run over by a bus, this is life and there are no guarantees. I also pointed out to her that they were NOT a couple, they were NOT in a relationship, and he CAN do whatever he wants. That she hasn’t seen him in 30 years and she doesn’t even know if she will like him when they do meet.
Then she goes back into how she thinks he is lying and I said why do you think that. She says well, remember so-and-so I was dating 3 months ago and I caught him in a lie (no she didn’t, once again she thought it was a lie because it didn’t meet her criteria of how people should behave). I said so if so-and-so lied, that means this guy is lying???!!! Then she comes back with ALL men lie and ALL men cheat. I said if that is what you think, then why do you want one?
Then I said, you know what M, you are always looking for something to be wrong and you never see anything that is right and as long as you have that attitude you will NEVER be happy. I think you should stop dating for a while and get your head together and maybe you should talk to a professional about your trust issues.
WELL! That got turned into me telling her she was crazy, and that I said she was an evil bad person and maybe she wasn’t perfect but neither was Jesus and even He had to ask for forgiveness.
I thought you know what, I didn’t call her crazy but I sure as hell think she is now - and I am DONE.
Between that and her nasty little comment about how white people don’t know how to raise their kids
nope, don’t need anymore of her shit.
So that is my rant for the day.
TMI - I don’t wear underwear either, unless I am wearing a dress.
Tell her point blank you don’t want to be her friend.
I thought I had made it clear a while back when she sent me a text.
I hate to be rude, but I guess I’m going to have to be.
Howdy Y’all! I have survived my irk week. YAY! I am takin’ tomorrow off and shall celebrate by mowin’ yahds. Yep, I shall definitely live it up when I retire. 
BLTs and oven fries for dindin tonight. YUM!
Spidey no need to worry. I am not very good at the macarena. Besides, I prefer a group dance like the hokey-pokey.
MetalMouse nice TMI! I’m so proud of you!
sari I know somebody who is that level of crazy. :eek: Best thing to do is ignore until she gets tired of callin’/textin’. Too much crazy there.
Peaches that sounds like Statesboro.
So would a nekkid hokey-pokey kinda sorta turn into a hanky-panky?
When next she calls, hold your nose to disguise your voice, and say, “Either the person you are calling is not in the area, or owes us a great deal of money.”
I wish I had selective call forwarding on my cell.
TMI-this. Not unless I am wearing a dress and only then cause I may trip or something. 
Well, I wear underwear because I’m a proper lady. 
Supper will be cod, hash-browns-n-onions, and broccoli. Tin Roof Sundae or Pistachio-Almond ice cream for dessert.
The pressure-washing crew is here doing its thang. Higgs is not happy about strangers in her yard - much barkage has ensued. Oh, the price of a clean house…
I’s hongree - that fish better cook up FAST!!!
So we got the preliminary mortgage approval. Now all we need is to send in some documentation in and we’ll be good to go. AEIII!
Supper was yum. The pressure washing guys just finished up - it took them just over 2 hours. The outside of our house looks as nice as it did 6 years ago when the siding and trim was new. So YAY!
Ice cream later. Double YAY!!
Dindin has been ingested. All is well. I had considered mowin’ the front yahd this evenin’ but it’s still waaaaaaaaay hawt out. Maybe if’n it cools down enough by seven o’clock. Or not. 'Tis a willy-nilly thing.
Rockin’ YAY!!!
Speakin’ of houses for sale, I really should pay more attention to what is goin’ on in da 'hood. I just noticed that the church house down the road is for sale. We call it the church house because from the front it kinda looks like a church. What? When one lives in a rural area, one makes ones own recreation.
sari hokey pokey done at MickeyD’s is done in one’s underwear. One must have some sense of propriety after all. 
Once, while I was folding laundry at my niece’s when babysitting, I came to the conclusion that the only person who lived there that wore underwear was her 3 year old daughter.
I hate to be Donny Downer, but I got bad news from my biopsy from hell Monday. I am officially developing cirrhosis. This has been expected all along, but not quite so soon. I can now reasonably expect a transplant within 5-6 years, instead of 10.
I guess I can now be loosely considered to be terminally ill, but y’all can’t play me in next year’s Death Pool cuz it’s against the rules.
ETA: no change yet in my MELD score, which is my official priorty. Still on the bottom of the list.