(Old) The Snowed In MMP

That’s just kicking the can down the road a bit. IME there will be more arguing.

Cite: dealt with stubborn men.

Okay, that was funny.

Many Southern grandmas just keeled over.

Yeah, no. I’m not plunking two hundred smackeroos on litter boxes.
I bring home an appropriate sized cardboard box from work (we go through zillions and 99.9% go into the recycling bin) and use that. Toss as needed.

There are a few purchases in my life where people (esp. my lovely mother) go, “OMG SO EXPENSIVE!” but when you factor in other costs, it’s … not.

Some things are worth the extra cost.

… of CHAMPIONS!!

I feel much better about my soup addiction purchases.

Sleep? Yes. (I put in earplugs. Holy Moses, nuthin’ wakes me.)

Productive? Still TBD. :slight_smile:

That was deep, man.

I would say, “I have questions …?” but I don’t wanna spend time in any secret rooms, m’self, so I will ask nothing.

I saw nothing.
I heard nothing.
I will say nothing.

… and regretted it shortly thereafter.

Wouldn’t wanna be the owner of the car it perched over.

Met someone once with a pair of them.

Yanno how GG makes normal cats look small? Same, for doggy, but add drool. Not as bad as a St. Bernard (jeebus!) but there’s definitely some :drooling_face: in addition to enough shed fur daily to knit another cat.

Hey, can you spin yarn?

If not, you may acquire another hobby with the puppy.

I had to explain who The Doors are, not long ago.

Jesus wept.

In the mid-January doldrums, sadly, not so much. But for most of the year … yeah!

Someone came by with a St. Bernard yesterday, and Backup Manager was like, “That’s not a dog. That’s a cow.”

In the calmest, most matter-of-fact voice you can imagine.

I love working with people like you.

“Hey! Your disorganized mess is worse than my disorganized mess!”

Jeebus.

I think our lovely Jane would tell you … sometimes, people need whackin’.