Ha!
I knew you were incapable of delicate cuisine!
So sad, so sad.
My sweetie is home. We went to a local chain for soup, salad, and breadsticks so we’s stuffded now. I just finished sorting the last of my pottery - some for the bargain bin, some that I think might sell for a bit more. I’ll be taking them to the shop tomorrow or Thursday, along with samples of my texting mitts (fingerless gloves.) 
And now, I’m going to assume the position and veg. * <air kisses all around>*
So delicate cuisine includes a veggie that is a staple in Satan’s cafeteria? 
In other news, it’s stormin’ to the north of us. It’s stormin’ to the south of us. We are like a DMZ between storm fronts. Weird.
I found out that the woman who comes to physical therapy about the same time that I do is most likely a distant relative. Kinda weird.
My sweet little Bubba had a seizure tonight. Fortunately it wasn’t as bad as the last one but they do seem to be happening more frequently. For now, though, all I can do is keep track and hope he’s ok.
And in other news I’ve forgotten the other news. But I guess I need to get off here and find something productive to do for the next few hours while my tumbler is running.
My quartet was here this evening - so I used the webcam to record us - we did 4 takes and we know what we have to work on - but the best was during the second take when Smokey wandered in to the room and moewed along with us. Needless to say, we did not finish the song that take.
Ha Ha Ha, Swampy can’t cook, Swampy can’t cook, Na Na nah Na Na!
Maybe I should start throwing frozen Brussels sprouts at the kids who ride bikes through my yard.
Erm not much of a recipe really but here goes:
Bunch Brussels…trimmed of outside leaves and if they are large cut in half
Add a bit of olive oil (not much a you get the fat from the bacon) to a roasting dish/casserole dish and put the sprouts in the dish and roll them around enough to coat them.
Cut up a couple of stripes of bacon of your choice into about half inch pieces and fling willy nilly into the pan same for the onions. Season up with salt & pepper and a pinch of nutmeg. Roll everything around to ensure they are coated. Shove in oven at 350-375 for about 30 mins until they are fork tender. Eat.
Alternatively sauté onions, garlic and bacon in a cast iron skillet. Add a bunch of thinly sliced Brussels to the pan and sauté in the delicious bacony goodness. Add a splash of balsamic vinegar at the end of cooking just enough to coat them. Salt if it needs it as the bacon will add a lot & lots of black pepper. Serve. Eat. Enjoy.
Bathroom is clean. I wil vacuum tomorrow morning and steam mop then casa des ems will be clean and sanitary again.
It sounds like the end of Return of the Jedi outside, minus the Ewoks.
Hopeflly evolution will be in action:D
ems and I got Vision, the rest of the world wears bi-focals.
:rolleyes:
Hey, y’all, watch this!
Up, caffeinated, off to irk. Then more house sitting for my “just friend”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YU ES EI!
Well, OK, so that’s in Spanish Phonics. Or, as the CEO of one of my clients called it, “English as spoken by foreigners”. But have y’all a very happy birthday, pretty fireworks and not too many freaked-out dogs.
I wanted to sleep in. I needed to sleep in. No such luck. rats. So I left **FCD **to sleep a bit longer since he really needs it, and here I am.
Happy Fourth! Hope those of you with skittish doggehs can keep them from freekin’ out too much over fireworks tonight, if you’re in an area that will have fireworks.
That’s all I’ve got. Maybe I should go back to bed…
Hey, where you been? Finally sober after celebrating la victoria roja for three nights? :p:D (congratulations, BTW :))
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 73 Amurrkin with a predicted high of only 93. A chilly Fourth of July!
Before I forget…
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE
DAY!!!
And for all the non-Amurrkins, Happy Hump Day!
JDD and Partner will be over in a while and we’ll load up and head up to large and in charge Parrot, Jawja to festivate with JDD’s folks and family. I have ribs, cheese thangs and ‘nanner puddin’ to take. The ribs will heat up nicely in the biiiiiiiiiiig slow cooker. We shall also have N.O.T. sallit, baked beans, bbq and Brunswick stew (YUM!!!) and some bread type substance along with, of course, beerverages. JDD’s folks are so happy we’re comin’ up and not just cause of the food we bring but because they lurve us.
For now I need more caffiene and need to feed rumbly tummy as well as wake up ol’ sleepyhaid so purtification can commence.
Y’all have fun at play or work today!
*** * * Happy * * *
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Happy 4th July!
I am at irk, just about to scoff a very nice lunch accompanied by a horsepill that I got from the doc yesterday. Poorly ear disease requires vast quantities of anti-biotics but at least this time I get to take them in pill form rather than languishing in the horsepickle having them pumped in.
Fuck no. Cutover this past weekend, I’m barely alive. And yet, despite all the things that went wrong in my side (small wonder, having done the work of 8 months in 2 and without full-load checks), the rest screwed up so many things I currently smell like a whole florist’s shop.
Mind you: I have two neighbors, one from Madrid and one from Barça, each of whom shoots fireworks to celebrate his team’s goals and goals against the other one’s team, and who compete to see which one celebrates la roja’s victories the loudest and longest. When we(1) made it to the final, I found myself thinking “… wishing tapeworms on Casillas et al wouldn’t be nice, would it? Can I rip off the guts of one of these two morons and use them to hang the other one?” (2)
(1) if la roja loses, it’s “they lost”. If la roja wins, it’s “we won” even though I’ve played soccer only once in my whole life. Sort of like “:mad: that son of yours :mad:” vs “ my boy :)”
(2) Spanish saying, “Kings: you should cut open the best one’s guts and use them to hang the worst one.” Evidently not a monarchic saying.
BooFae glad you’re not in the horsepickle.
We shall be leavin’ soon. Y’all behave while I’m gone. We don’t want a repeat of that runnin’ with scissors incident now do we?
Looks around for some non-safety scissors
Will a fan do?