I am now all doctored. Ok, it was just a routine physical but I survived. Also, I declare the irk week to be over. Let the festivities begin! I’m goin’ wild with a biiiiiiiig Arnold Palmer! 
I had four ears of corn leftover from yestiddy, so I cut the corn off the cob. Makes it easier to nukulate. So foies de poulet frit, oven baked zucchini and squishes, and corn shall be dindin. Oh, also fresh 'maters. YUM!
Went to the mall and bought a laptop case and a couple of other things.
Still feeling crappy. I wish I could just have elective surgery to remove painful body organs that I’m not going to need.
Still need to take my fingers for a walk on the piano.
Our supper is going to be Amish corn, Amish 'maters, and Amish 'lope. Anyone see a theme there?
It’s clouded over a bit, but the house is still closed, thanks to the humidity. I’ve been knitting and watching TV. Woohoo, right?
With certain mumpers that’s called a reverse lobotomy. :eek:
Vegetarian???
So another day wasted trying to figure out what is wrong with my internet.
The ass at the cable company says it’s MY phone and MY computer - bullshit. They both connect to wifi, just not my wifi. He gave me some song and dance about wireless not always being compatible with different devices and maybe my computer is too old wtf ever.
So I called AT&T to make sure it is not my phone and it isn’t. However the girl at ATT told me what to do and now the router is working.
I think I may switch cable companies.
I’m hungry now but nothing sounds good
**sari **- do you think if you had a deep, masculine voice, the cable company wouldn’t jerk you around? After all, you’re just a girl - what do you know about routers??
The fingers have been walked.
I guess tonight I’ll go back to continuing my activity of trying to figure out the NYC subway system. Though earlier on today a friend helped me with it a little.
With my voice being naturally low, and the fact that I don’t usually wear makeup and tend to dress androgynously, plus I’m very tall, I very frequently get mistaken for a man.
(Sorry to butt in on the convo)
And yes, I’m unusually tall even though my nickname is midget.
I still haven’t figured that out.
Dindin was mighty fine if’n I do say so myself. OYKW liked my fancified name for fried chikin livers. All is well at da cave.
Tomorrow mornin’ we shall have the meetin’ that didn’t happen Wednesday over to the church house. We’ll also set up stuff for VBS. I think the theme has sump’n to do with campin’ or bein’ out in the woods. I really haven’t paid attention. All I know is I am chef de cuisine and I ain’t cookin’ over a campfire.
Y’all have gone vegan! :eek: What ever shall you do with that smoker?
You make a good point.
It is a mystery as to why Sah-son’s computer stays connected.
Of course I don’t know jack about routers but maybe I should learn.
You’re not interrupting Midget
EmilyG = EmG = MG Midget = Midget. How can you not get that?!?!?! 
**swampy **- no, it means I didn’t feel like cooking, plus we had a big lunch. Steaming corn doesn’t really count as cooking. 
Thank you, everyone, for getting me into the finals. Now, please vote me into a win. (remember it’s the Klinger comment). Thanks in advance. Voting ends at 8pm EDST tonight.
You are very welcome.
The things we do for you! :dubious:
This one was almost as good but luckily no injury was involved. The project for today was removing a trellis that the long-late grandfather-in-law built on one side of the porch. The problem with this one was that the honeysuckle never really took and rather than growing up the trellis is just kept growing around the porch rail and swing. And provided a highway for ants. The core issue is this man overbuilt things on a monumental scale. If a 2 inch pipe was 5 times what was needed, he would use a 4 inch pipe. And just driving things into the ground? Don’t be silly. Dig a posthole, then drive it in the ground, then fill the hole with concrete.
So anyway ------ I get the latticework cut away. I get that and the few plants bagged up. I get the brackets off the side of the porch and porch roof. I get the uprights cut down to about 4 feet and all that straightened up. So that leaves two posts that I KNOW are going to be *#@^& to get out of the ground. This is a little narrow area between the porch foundation/coal cellar and the walkway between our house and the next. I could dig this out but ----------- I have mentioned I own a Harley right?
I removed the back fender off the Sportster quick, disconnected the lights, wrapped a tow strap around the frame and around the pipes one at a time and just pulled. A little tire smoke here and there but surprisingly enough it worked. Didn’t even make the clutch smell any. I would say I made the right call as these things were in to about 4 feet with concrete for about two of it.
I have some wine chilling and shortly I hope to enjoy the swing without ants crawling on me. And a cigar. Have to make up for not smoking the tires heavy some way, right?
Although you are an English heathen who will assuredly burn in Hell ------- thank thee!! 
Well, she could add some Lebanon bologna.
That’s OK. I’ve known several “Tinys” in the course of my life and the smallest was 6’5" and about 260.
I knew this Mennonite fellow who tried smoking a ham once; just about tore out a lung and hurt his elbow holding it to his lips.
Dumb-assed Mennonite!
I ate a huge-ass chocolate bar and am now filled with chocolate and regret.
Friday dance! Friday dance!
I survived a week of commuting! Bleah, ptooey! Who does this on purpose?! Why do I work again? oh yeah, food, shelter, grumble.
Other than reporting my continued existence, I have not much to say. Hello to all
I am not English! My family is from Poland - 100%!!!
So it’s around 7:40 p.m. on a Firday night and we’re yawnin’ like we haven’t slept in a week. Thus we shall go lie upon the bed and watch teevee etc until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!