I sacrificed and ate the whole thing so that you could avoid my terrible fate. You’re welcome.
The gas company is digging holes and filling them back up in the neighborhood.
Mrs. Plant had a note on the door at 8:00 Ante Meridian saying the gas would be off for four hours.
At five thirty Post Meridian I chased a guy in a truck down because we seemed to be missing a pipe connecting our gas meter to the pipe that comes out of the ground.
Pissed off, they fixed it and condemned our water heater by seven. While a watched a red neck to prevent him from fucking with the water heater and furnace, another threatened Mrs. Plant about “cutting off” the water heater.
Mrs. Plant needs to get up at 4:00 Ante Meridian to go to work. I needed to feed her, cooking with gas, and she needed to bathe with the above gas water heater.
Not wanting to piss them off, I missed lines like, “Gee, thanks for telling me about the water heater! I’ll buy an electric one, so I won’t have to worry about that vent, and pay you less money!” and “How do you get laid with that bald spot?”
That’s what she said!:eek:
I spent the lottery money on beer.
Irked, came home. More irk tomorrow, with extra hockey.
BBBobbio, you forgot: “P.S. Got a shotgun, and I forgot my meds. P.P.S. Don’t think the dogs got their rabies shots this century.”
Your penance is to tell the rest of us how to make this brownie.
Thursday already and I still have Monday’s blurf.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 41 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 59 for the day and after that temps in the 70s return startin’ tomorrow. YAY!!!
BBBobbio no offense but I sincerely hope the trash company keeps sendin’ you bills. Your poison pen letters do so entertain me. 
freebie those one minute microwave brownies are teh evil. Good, but teh evil. Nuttin’ that good should be that easy to make.
flytrap I was just sayin’ last night we need to get a collection of all the wonderful soups that have been prepared over the past four weeks at the Agape suppers. Some of the best soups I have ever had! I have requested lentil soup recipes from two people in particular, especially the one from last night. The lady who made last night’s soup is an excellent cook. She could serve boiled water and I swear it would somehow be a gourmet treat. Mayhaps BBBobbio could assist you with a letter to the gas company.
Feel better Butters!
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Blurf. I’m feeling positively eeeeeeeeevil this morning.
Been up since 3 - rah. 
In fact, I toddled to the bathroom 4 times between 3 and 5. I thought it was just old men with failing prostates who spent all night in the bathroom. I am not amused.
But we are one day closer to Firday, so there’s that. And, um, it’s not snowing, so we’ve got that going for us. And it’s Pi day, so calculate a circumference!
Now accepting all chocolate love offerings - even the cheap stuff will do, altho Lindt truffles will earn you substantial respect.
Happy Thursday. Send chocolate. <sigh>
2 tablespoons butter, melted
2 tablespoons water
1/4 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 dash salt
4 tablespoons granulated sugar
2 tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder
4 tablespoons all-purpose flour
Directions:
In a 12 oz coffee mug, add water, butter, vanilla and dash of salt. Whisk well.
Add cocoa powder, whisk well. Add sugar, whisk well. Add flour, whisk well.
Microwave for 60 to 90 seconds. Center should be slightly molten.
It will be very hot, so be sure to add a big ol’ scoop of ice cream.
Is it time to go home yet? What do you mean I’ve only been here for thirty minutes? I still have 10 hours left? And its not Friday? AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!:banghead::banghead::banghead:
Of course two departments under the same command don’t talk to each other, why on earth would you think that they did?? sigh :smack::rolleyes:
Up, caffeinated, off to irk.
It’s Pie Day! Where’s my pie?
Not a good start to the day. 
My husband came downstairs mystified about water on the upstairs bathroom floor. When I went upstairs to get dressed for irk, I put my coffee cup on the vanity and knelt down to see if I could figure out where the water was coming from. I picked up a rug to see if it was wet and in the process knocked my coffee cup onto the ceramic tile floor, with the expected result.
It was a coffee cup my brother, who died in 2010, had given me eons ago. Just a stupid, inexpensive coffee cup with a “country cute” motif – not at all my taste, bit I loved it: a smiling sheep and the words “Ewe’s special.” (I was collecting sheepy things at the time, because I was into spinning and weaving, which is why he gave it to me.)
So then I had to clean up spilled coffee and tiny ceramic shards while I was crying.
Blurf. I’m glad the sun is shining. I think another gray day would have done me in.
{{{freebie}}} I’m sorry about your cup. I understand how special it was to you. I have a shirt that belonged to my younger brother who died in 2002. I wear it a couple of times a year. I know that I won’t be able to wear it forever but it’s special because it was his. I’ve considered gettin’ it made into a teddy bear and I probably should.
flytrap I don’t think it’d be proper for me to respond to your comment in the Opal thread so I’ll do it here. I don’t want your cds. I want your dvds.
I want pie. Or a brownie. Or a brownie pie.
We’re not having Pie but we are honoring St Patrick’s Day early. It’s amazing how many shades of green there are (including a green with absolutely no blue at all*)
- yellow
It’s official. I have the crud. Can’t see the doctor until tomorrow morning. Really feel bad about missing irk. Stupid crud.
UTI? Diabetes?
Hope you get the bathroom thing sorted out so you can get some decent sleep.
Must try this soon (minus the ice cream, I hate soggy pastry). I do have caramel ice cream sauce in inventory…
(offering sympathetic hug over loss of loved cup)
I don’t think it’s disease-related. I think more likely it’s what I had for dinner last night and what I had for snack while watching TV. My body processed it all too fast, ergo, up starting at 3. If this happened every night, I’d be worried, but it’s a once-in-a-great-while thing that just irritates me. I was going to say it pisses me off, but that would be tacky. 
**freebie **- that’s so sad about the mug. 
I’ve got one on the shelf next to me that a friend gave me 40 years ago (yoiks!!!) It’s not one that I would have chosen for myself, but I’ve carried it with me to multiple Navy bases, and it always seems to wind up at work because it doesn’t match anything at home. My friend is still quite alive (I really need to call her) but I’d still be bummed if it broke. And yours obviously had much more meaning to it than mine does to me…
OK, back to work with me. Youse peoples are distracting!!!