Yeah, FCM, I should have kept my mouth shut. However, if you’re going to continually post political things I don’t think it’s too much to ask you to explain why you feel the way that you do. I really was being genuinely curious. Why she would assume otherwise says more about her than me. I know this, I really do, but it’s still frustrating.
Beautiful fullish moon on the way in to irk. Nasty storms last night. Hurricane force winds. Several boats in the Lynnhaven inlet got dragged quite a ways from where they are supposed to be and are now stuck waiting for high tide. Stuffed shells, salad and Texas Toast, (why is it called Texas Toast?) for din. Mr. Jynxster has my SUV and I have his Lexus today as he needs to pick up the new tuned up lawnmower. The lawn looks like a dandylion threw up all over it.
Isn’t Texas Toast made with really big, thick slices of break? And doesn’t that feed into the myth of everything being bigger in Texas? Texans are so cute that way… 
First load hanging on the line, second load in the washer, one more standing by. Dishwasher is mid-cycle. **FCD **is back and he’s futzing with his bike again. I’m not getting into my clay till the laundry is done. So for now, I’m killing time on line. Ah, retirement…
Except the caskets. When a Texan dies, the morticians give them an enema so they can be buried in a shoebox.
BBBobbio, you are bad!!!
Second load on the line, just barely before frostbite destroyed my fingers. One more load to go, then I’m done with the washing. With luck, when it’s time to take the clothes down, we’ll be another 15 degrees warmer. Altho the way this spring is going, it could very well be 15°F…
My Father remarked that Texas is such a wonderful place that G-d intended for Jesus Christ to be born there, but He could not find three wise men or a virgin.
Okay, I need four of you in Levy, Arkansas at 3:00 Ante Meridian Saturday morning.
Bring your Hannibal Lecter suits, please.
Happy Hump Day!
Thank y’all for the support and laughs. I have no idea what my mother is going to do. Her bf comes home from the hospital today and that is where her thoughts are.
I think I will send him an Edible Arrangement.
It’s cold outside although it is above freezing. Just barely.
It’s bright, sunny and breezy.
It’s going to be a busy day, my head is swimming from looking at the updated contracts. I’m logged into work until 10:30, then I need to get cleaned up and dressed to go to the bank for a certified check. Then I have to print everything out, sign it, scan it, send it back and then run the check to the post office.
Then on to the next step. At least now the ball is rolling.
Sorry you had to miss RT, Sticky
When it comes to FB I ignore everything religious or political. I especially ignore all the* I love my sister, she is my best friend* stuff. Those make my eyes roll and my fingers twitch. And all the repost this on your wall if you believe, support, are against, know somebody who died of, know somebody who survived, know somebody who suffers from or has a kid with whatever the cause/disease of the day is.
I stick to the wedding, birth, death announcements and the jokes. Maxine is good, The Poke is good, George Takei is good. Recipes are good. Cute puppies and kitties are good.
The two babies who dumped a five pound bag of flour in the living room are real good. I have no idea how you clean up five pounds of flour in the living room, I hope I never need to know.
Happy packing Rosie.
**sari **- what about “What flavor pudding are you? Take this quiz and find out!” - I wish I could block them all, but I can’t, so I just skim over them. But I agree with you about the rest. I skip over a LOT of sappy stuff.
Lunch is over - back to the studio…
DH still wants a drop-it-yourself move. Grr… He still sees dollars, but I see big picture calamity and have never had a blissful experience with them.
Their “Adventures in Moving” slogan was terrible but accurate. It was always some sort of adventure to deal with doors that fell off, transmissions without third gear, MPG that make NASA’s crawler look thrifty, and wimpy engines that couldn’t propel a truck faster than 50. All after a DMV-worthy wait in line to get to the counter and hope that their computers don’t crash again.
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With vast amounts of patience and a good vacuum cleaner. Something like a Rainbow that’s essentially clog-proof would be ideal. That much fine dust will be a severe test of any vacuum cleaner’s filter or bag.
Oh, have I mentioned lately that I hate pollen?
I think flour would be worse than glitter and six months later I’d still be finding little piles of the stuff. Or my great aunt would come over and sit in the chair that nobody else ever sits in and disappear in a white cloud. Or get up with a white butt.
I like some of the quizzes but most of them I have no idea what they are talking about.
BTW I meant to ask you to add me to your FB page.
My wheels are up and running again. Yay.
The repair guy collected and re-inserted the smoke?
The Two Edwins (yes, two guys, both named Edwin) wiggled the wires, tickled the tires, and got my chair to work again, so yeah, they shoved the smoke back inside. :: old rolleyes smilie::
Just got the car back from its little holiday- not too expensive, though not cheap for the likes 'o me.
Yesterday was fun, though my spectacular organisational skills came into play, and I arranged a meeting place (with someone off the board who I’d never met, and neither of us really knew what the other looked like) in a tea room that apparently closed down in January :rolleyes: It was fun once we found each other, and I wasn’t loitering outside a shop that is no longer a tea room, getting funny looks from the staff 
We still have lovely sun, though now I’d actually like a little rain to fill up the tadpole pond. I think maybe the sky ran out of the stuff after the last few months.
I generally avoid posting anything but the least controversial stuff on FB; just not worth the drama. I save my political discussion for the pub, like a proper Brit.
I’ll PM my info so you can find me…
Howdy Mumpers and Happy Humping Day
Ya’ll are aware that the Mad Mumper is a Texican and he happens to be armed with more than a SHARKAPULT, right?
Jus saying.
Back after the conference call
Jim
You don’t scare me. 
Next time, I’ll tell the joke slower.