Perhaps an obsessive compulsive gardener…
Mawnin all,
Up caffinating and about to head to the Grande Casa de Rock
Food trucks in Houston tend to be teh nom, there is a lot of competition and it shows.
Mumper House, is this a good idea? I am thinking Southern Europe. No baseball but lots of Football and Hockey.
Jim
Looks like the sun is about to break thru the overcast. I need to don some grubbies - can’t be getting mud on my good sneaks! 
I stand corrected Swampy. 
He’s mowed the front yard, now taking a break before mowing the back mud pit.
I must get up and get moving because the laundry needs washing and the bathroom floor needs mopping and the dishwasher needs unloading.
I was hoping the HFH were going to be gone for two weeks but now I hear its only one week. It sux but it’s better than nothing.
Now that I know what I know a lot of things that didn’t make sense are starting to make sense.
I hear he has a violent temper which is why I guess she was always accusing OAOASO of hitting me. I should have seen through that one, I am off my game.
I hear he has a little korean cutie on the side and now I understand why my mother was so adamant that he was not going to live here when he came back. I couldn’t figure out why she was so strongly against it because the whole there isn’t any room here excuse didn’t make sense.
Oh well, whatever comes of it it’s not my business, but the next time she gets in my face shouting that she knows OAOASO hits me and calls me a liar when I deny it I’ll just smile sweetly and tell her not to judge my man by the actions of hers.
Of course if the dumb bitch knew half as much as she thinks she knows she’d know I’m not with OAOASO but not knowing what she is talking about has never stopped her from running her mouth.
I knew y’all were just dying for me to share
Heading to Kentucky next Thursday for the amusement parks in Kentucky (Beech Bend and Kentucky Kingdom).
Makes it tough to think about work.
So I’m not even trying.
At least for today.
Hi.
Taking a quick break in the middle of planning the demise of everyone associated with the ‘upgrade’ of our sales/inventory/accounting/job tracking program this weekend. Two whole days now of nothing but error messages from that program, blank stares from the people on site that are fixing things, and emails that keep saying “It’s up and running” even though it DON’T DO CRAP!!!
I have no clue where a single place meets all of that criteria from page 1 for the mumper house could be. Narnia, maybe?
So much for gardening. I wound up taking **FCD **for an emergency root canal. He’s drinking ice water after swallowing some tylenol - poor guy. I did empty then refill the dishwasher, so I accomplished a little anyway. But mostly, the day sucks as far as productivity. Maybe tomorrow.
Sketties for supper, by request. It’ll be soft enough for my sweetie to eat without (I hope) adding to the pain. What a day…
I just re-upped for another year - I had 2 years left on my membership, and I don’t want to lose that coveted “Charter Member” label!
Which tooth? I had one on a canine, with the single root it was no problem.
Howdy from da cave! I survived a trip to the northwest forty and now irk is over for the day. YAY! Ima go grill some chikin strips in a bit. They shall be served atop a crisp sallit with cheesey bread on the side cause that’s simple and easy, just the way I like my dindin and my men.
MOOOOOOM we must, above all things, retain the lofty title of Charter Member. We are the elite!
Molar - all the way in the back on the bottom. It’s going to need a crown within a month. Good times… :dubious:
One load of laundry is done, two more to go.
The bathroom floor has been mopped, the dishwasher unloaded and reloaded. The dog has been brushed, the bookcase dusted and the glass doors cleaned. One closet door has been wiped down. I hate those damn doors. We used to have brown doors and mom replaced all the interior doors with white decorative panel doors. They look pretty but the grooves catch all the dirt, especially when you have three hairy dogs charging through the house with rivulets of muddy water dripping off their fur. The bathroom door and the closet door in the bathroom need to be wiped down.
The mud pit out back is still waiting to be mowed.
I need to eat something. I’ve been trying to get myself on a schedule, this forgetting to eat isn’t doing me any good. Last night I was so sick and then I realized I hadn’t eaten in over 10 hours. Then when I try to eat just looking at or smelling food makes me feel sick.
You’d think I’d be skinny.
Do you remember last week when Doggio got hurt swiffering? I’d stop while all of your body parts are intact if I were you!
And what am I, chopped liver?
You make a very good point.
No more housework for me today, except for the final load of laundry.
Without it I would have to run nude. That might have been a pretty sight 20 years ago, now, not so much.
**flytrap **- you’re a lot of things, but I’m not sure chopped liver makes the list. 
It’s looking like **FCD **will spend a lot of time in FL this month. After he gets his dad thru this next round at Duke, he’ll go down and hang around till his mom gets her pacemaker, making sure she’s OK before heading home again. His middle brother can’t help because he’s being prepped for back surgery. His youngest brother can help some, but not a lot. So my poor sweetie has to deal with it all himself. And I’ll be home alone while he does it. Ah well…
Mom, I hope you’re going to use this root canal adventure to prod FCD into going to his bi-annual dental checkups. Dammit. Teeth must not be neglected!
I got some grape tomatoes and marigolds today. The suddenly-second-year cilantros have been pulled up and the new plants have taken their place. I’ll get some new cilantros and whatever else catches my eye over the weekend.
**Spaz **- I’d get more results talking to my recliner. The man is ever-so-slightly stubborn. Can you imagine!!
The consumption of dindin has been accomplished. OYKW headed back to his place to take care of some paperirk stuff dangit. He’s gettin’ stuff finished up before he heads off Thursday to the wilds of west Alabammy to see his mom over the weekend and will be back Moanday. Still, I wanted him to stay. This bein’ a responsible adult stuff stinks! I’d say I’ll be unsupervised but Sattidy mornin’ I will head up to Ye Olde Hometowne to see my mom and will venture back to da cave Sunday afternoon, so I’ll be somewhat supervised.
Why do I have a sudden urge for paté?
Look! I even made a fancy é! Go Me! 
I spent my day obsessing with food. After a five-month vacation from Weight Watchers, during which I gained 17 lbs, I went back today. After that, I got to volunteer in the sprog’s lunchroom, followed by a nice walk and ice cream. Now I’m watching the sprog play Minecraft and waiting to go to a meeting. On tomorrow’s agenda: doing the work I’m being paid to do. Such is the life of a freelancer.