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The sun is up. I know because I saw it happen. Then I watched it hide behind clouds.
Oh man, I always wanted to play Mrs. Lovett. I bet she has a great time!
Happy Moonday!
I get a Moonday instead of a Moanday because Moonday is my easy day of irk.
It’s a wet, rainy, cloudy, grey 44 degrees today, with a projected high of 54.
Nothing special on the agenda for today. All y’all make me feel lazy. I am going to sit on my ass, surf the web, eat leftover pizza, curse the HFH under my breath a few times, and check my email now and again to see if I did or didn’t get the house and if I need to go put an offer in on the other one. No gardening because it’s not my yard and whatever would be planted out in the mud pit would be torn up/run into the ground by the hounds from hell anyway.
I don’t know how to knit, I can crochet so I could take that up I suppose. I don’t cook much because I get tired of fighting for kitchen space/time.
All in all it’s a blah blurfy day both inside and out.
Rain, bleh.
Monday, bleh.
Work, bleh.
Morning, I’m up and caffeinated. It’s rainy and cold outside. And I have to be at work at 0300 tomorrow.
Daaaad!, I once did a MMP at 11:30 Sunday night. But I also pull off mattress tags, so rebellion’s in my blood. 
Or at least a guillotine cozy.
Flytrap, you want a subscription to * Leather & Latex Annual Gimp Suit Edition*?:dubious: Does Mrs. Plant v3.0 know about this?
It’s good to see we finally get some parental supervision in the MMP! There’s been too many sea creatures flying around lately.
I have two cilantros in the window garden that are giving me Bad Looks TM because it’s 42 American and raining outside. I’ll get the tomatoes after Easter and possibly some other things depending on what’s for sale at the farmers’ market.
I have a day off. I plan on doing nothing. I have earned this. I worked six days last week, five of which were training New Girl. I like her. We get along. That’s good because she’s the one who I’ll be working with the most.
Does anyone know Fairychat’s address?
I do. Mooooooom, $50 will keep my mouth shut…
I get to talk to some ummm… innerestin’ folk. I asked, “are you currently employed” which is a yes or no question. You either irk or you don’t. Irk, incidentally bein’ defined as does it generate a W2 or 1099, cause if’n either one happens, well then, you are employed. One cannot be employed if one wishes to make use of the services I am offerin’ irkwise. “I’m not sure” is not yes or no. I finally got this person to say income taxes and social security taxes are taken out of a paycheck. BINGO! Employed! Generates a W2 or 1099! Ok, a 1099 for Social Security does not count as employed but SS does count as income. That however, is another matter. You irk, therefore you do not qualify. Fifteen minutes it took to get that answer. :smack:
That’s my Moanday so far.
That’s out of my price range.
Marshall Dillon said, “Yep, Festus, but she’s the only one in town.”
:dubious:
And I have thunderstorms.
Are thunderstorms a good thing or a bad thing?
We’re still damp, here, but the rain seems to have stopped as of yesterday. Forecast is for sunny and highs in the eighties for this week. So we need to get the leggy sprouts that have been sitting on the kitchen counter into the ground this week.
Still yawning. Should wake up soon. Oh, and I’m no longer an embarassment to my children due to my sad and whimpy phone.* They’ve been nagging me to get an iphone for years, now, and the rollover point in my contract was 4/3, so I got one on 4/4. Got a cover that makes it look like a little book, which tickles me and makes me less likely to leave it behind somewhere.
Also, yawn.
*I reserve the right to embarass them in other ways.
Busy busy morning in FairyChatEstates. Despite the rain, we did go to the dump, where we discovered that if you haul a trailer full of crap, they charge you by weight whereas it used to be $10 flat rate. And we didn’t have enough cash - they don’t take plastic, so we had to run to an ATM, get cash, and go back. But the load of debris is gone and we won’t have another for a few weeks. If we just load it into the truck, it’ll only cost $10 - guess what we’ll do next time! 
**FCD **has ordered his new glasses. I got the yarn I needed at WalMart, plus I picked up a few more things and filled the car before retrieving my sweetie. We’re home now - he had a sammich and I ate the leftover sloppy joes. I’ve got a batch of dough for pretzels in the bread machine, and shortly, I will dump a chicken carcass in a pot of water to boil - supper will be chickie and dumplins, I think.
It’s been raining pretty much non-stop, slow and steady. The plant food I sprinkled about yesterday should be dissolved and making its way thru the soil. **FCD **is undoing the painting he did yesterday - he’s changed his mind about the decoration on the side of his gas tank. And I’m not too very motivated. Good thing I’m retired, right?
A belated welcome and a thank you for this week’s MMP to Daaaad.
Had a good weekend - my daughter and I finally got to the Farmers Market store here in ABQ; it’s a store that stocks fresh fruits and veggies and various other food-related products. I was impressed with the quality and look of the goods, and we’ve already had a number of the fresh veggies. We had green beans last night and they were delicious. They taste so different from frozen - a much fresher taste. And I had grape tomatoes and avocado slices with my omelet yesterday morning. The Farmers Market is definitely going to be a regular visit in our routine. We are so glad to have found it; the produce in the grocery stores just hasn’t been that great!
Rosie’s .sig to all, have a good Monday! 
So, I flirted with death last week, and it was not as thrilling as I’d imagined. More exasperating than anything else.
I had decided to be good and cook my own breakfast. Scrambled eggs. Turned on the stove, put the pan on the correct burner, took out the ingredients, threw some butter in the pan to melt, and started beating eggs. When I was ready to pour the eggs into the pan, I noticed the pan wasn’t level. Can’t have that. So, I took the pan off and picked up a knife to lever the coil back into place. Because I’m smart. I’m not going to handle a hot burner with a bare hand.
Put the knife between two lines of the coil. ZAP! OW! Braggafraggarikkenrakka! Stupid static electricity!
Shook my hand out and tried again. ZAP! OW! Frikkenraggadiklfekler!
Shook my hand out, put my other hand on a non-hot metal part of the stove to ground myself, and tried again. ZAP! PUNKINHORKERNAGGAMASTER! MUBBERDANGER! PRINKINGERDERBAGGER!
I pause and reconsider. Hmmm. It’s rainy outside, so static electricity shouldn’t be a problem. Then it occurs to me that the reason the coil gets hot is because the oven pushes an electric current through it, and the coil has a very high resistance, which turns the current into heat. Is it so very surprising that there might be a little current left over? No. Has phouka learned her lesson for the day? Mostly. I wrapped a pot holder around the knife, levered the coil into place, put the pan back on, made my breakfast, and enjoyed it without any further electrocutions.
Next up, almost killing one of my cats!
Moanday
Blurf.
Film at 11
Jim
Dog is walked, brunch is eaten. And it’s National Beer Day!
Are you Bart Simpson? 
Herbs, sound like my kind of store.
Yeller, Boomers are generally bad things. Although the pollen is washed away for a few hours.
loss in the family thrice removed - Bro’s GF’s ex-husband’s wife’s daughter by previous marriage had a stroke and died. She was only 19
Hippy Hollow’s Finest had to visit the laundromat today to expel some Undesirables that were causing annoyance. I have no idea what was going on. Don’t really want to know, to be honest.
I’ve lived in the Stately Manor for two years and today was the first time since before I moved here that I went to the Jersey Mike’s on the corner. I got a reuben. It was okay but not as good as the one I got from the Really Good Local Sub Shop last week.
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{{{rosie’s extended fam}}}**