I worked, I napped, I walked Gordie. A repeat for tomorrow.
Safe travels, Emily!
I got a few things done around the house today. I also picked up the cutest little 4 oz. jelly jars to replace the painted metal spice canisters that I began housekeeping with 30 years ago. They fit perfectly on the stair step setup I have. Now I just need 8 more.
Swiped the general’s din-din and am fixing for round two in the studio.
Packed for the cathouse; am just going tomorrow rather than spending the whole weekend. Think good weather thoughts so the kitties make much money and maybe a couple find new homes to rule.
This’ll be my last message in a while, as I don’t know if/when/how I’ll be able to go online while away.
See you all later, and be good! 
Take care, Emily. 
Have fun, midget!
My sinuses are killing me. I hope I’m not getting the Death Plague that’s been going around irk. Miss Iam had it today, which is one reason why irk was so irksome–she was supposed to be my minion this morning. I have no minion tomorrow. 
I suppose I should go to bed soon.
have a good trip!
This evening was a fairly normal family dinner at the KJdS household. We were eating and talking and Jr E was adding his newly learned words into the conversation. He started saying “Mama” about a week ago. More recently he started saying “boobie” when he’s hungry. Sometimes he just pts a serious look on his face and waves his arms around while saying “Aah aaah ah aaah” in a rhythm and intonation like he’s giving an important Winston Churchill speech.
The Mrs kept telling him “say Daddy” and he went on giving his speech, punctuating key points with ferocious roars. Then he looked straight at me, put his arms down, gave me a dirty look, and said “Bad Mother Fucker!”
Welcome back to the MMP.
Congratulations, you win this week’s MMP.
As I have nothing that can top that, good night all
Brilliant!
Up, caffeinated, off to work. I accidentally stepped on the dog this morning getting out of bed.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 78 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 97 with a heat advisory from eleven a.m. until eight p.m. The NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE is advisin’ me to “STAY OUT OF THE SUN IN AN AIR CONDITIONED BUILDING”. I can only assume I am advised to be in an air conditioned building only if said building has a roof.
You must be so proud!
Today will be chock full of hangin’ around the church house. I have ush duty this mornin’ and then around fourish I get to go begin duty as chef de cuisine for VBS. When the little crumbsnatchers go do their various VBS type stuff, we adults not involved in the herdin’ of said crumbsnatchers shall have a wine tastin’ each night. That is an activity I enthusiastically support!
Ok, that’s all I got. I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then purtification for deheathenization and ush duty must commence.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
You know what’s worse than having to work on one of your usual days off? Having to work one of your usual days off when you’re Coming Down With Something.
Feel better soon, big kitty!
How did you manage to step on something the size of a beagle, doggio? Poor Gordie.
A certain furry alarm clock was a major pain in the tail today.
Not much planned, except for deheathenation.
70 degrees right now, projected high 97. Ugh.
Howdy Y’all! Home from deheathenization and ush duty. 'Tis unogly hawt out! N.O.L. is forage da fridge. I had a ham ‘n cheese sammich. OYKW has decided upon a ‘nanner sammich. Ever the gourmets are we! I shall partake of a nappy poo so’s I can conserve energy and have the strength to deal with feedin’ VBSers and various adults this evenin’. Have mercy on me!
Laterz!
Happy Sunday!
It’s hot and humid out, and getting hotter.
I woke up too early, the fell back asleep and slept until noon.
Sloth is becoming a habit.
Today is finish the laundry day since I didn’t finish yesterday. It’s also take out the trash day, which means clean out the fridge day.UGH! I hate cleaning out the fridge. I’m usually good at keeping up with it but not lately.
**KJdS ** you’re doing something right, teaching him a useful skill at such a young age.
Poor Gordie
Otherwise SSDD
I have accomplished nappage. Go Me! The temp is 93 Amurrkin with a heat index of 104. ICK! I hear thunder rumblin’s off in the distance. Dare I hope!
No, you have dissed *THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE * far to often, and they have turned off the rain for your property.