Bumba, was the chocolate coconut a one-time-good-deal??
Well, my lips are kinda weird right now. We just finished dinner- 2 dozen steamed crabs. Although we actually got 29, which was only fair because some of the crabs were kinda light. It’s the first time we’ve gotten any around here, and apparently the southern Maryland recipe is heavy on salt. Where I grew up, they steamed them with black pepper as well as salt. These were tasty, but too salty for me. Probably what we should do is get live crabs and steam them ourselves.
So with happy tummies, I think we’re going to settle in for an evening of videos.
Yes, although this one is about the world’s smallest. I was kinda late, so I’m not sure if I missed a few people, but by the time I got there, there were only three stands: one with a bunch of squash, peppers, and honey; one with corn, potatoes, and something else I’ve forgotten; and a third with eggs and poultry. I coulda gotten in the car and driven five minutes to a bigger market, but this was really all I needed and it was about a minute from my front door.
Or perhaps she’s speaking of Euclid, OH, where for all we know there may be a whole colony of them. No? (Sorry NinjaChick, we’re unable to help ourselves.)
Some point next week, y’all may get to start seeing skirt updates from me. I’ve decided that after management was nice enough to let us wear shorts for one week, that I want to wear a skirt for a day. I hate pants. There’s nothing in the dress code saying that I can’t. But I hate pants, y’all.
Productive day here in the Cartooniverse household. Awoke fairly blearyeyed from too much wine last evening. It went with excellent conversation and much quiet candlelight with friends so who am I to complain about a wee bit 'o hangover? I ran errands, shampooed car carpeting. Apparently a quart bottle of motor oil leaked out and oozed into the carpet. Eeeeech. Much spraying, scrubbing with plastic bristley thingy and sitting around listening to XM Radio’s Artist Confidential reunion concert/interview with Loggins and Messina whilst the foam dried, then vacuuming and it seems to have done the trick. ( Note to self: You didn’t like Loggins and Messina the first go 'round. Their pipes are shot and they sound faintly bitter still, despite their friendly remonstrations. Do not seek a rebroadcast. )
The Man Cub ™ had two pals sleep over last night. Apparently they tried to pull an all-nighter and not go to bed. They made it until about 5:30 am. :eek: I awoke them at 12:40 pm to inform them that the nice Father of the house had gone and prepared bacon, eggs and cheese on warmed croissants from the bakery for them and if they wished to partake, they had to elevate themselves to the vertical. Amusing…3 15 year old boys struggling to awaken quickly before the eggs get cold.
The Fem-Bot™ traipsed off to her girlfriend’s house for a pool party, dinner and movie at the g.f.'s house with other members of their basketball team. She’s a mediocre player who is charitably described as “enthusiastic”… heh. However she is the apple of my eye and I operate daily whilst wrapped firmly around her little finger so I can’t complain much.
The Ice Princess made her diet dinner so I took the afore-mentioned Man Cub ™ out to our local diner for dinner. The boy loves Gyros although I fail to see how what he eats qualifies as a real Gyro since he eschews tomatoes and onions. I had a lovely Chef’s Salad and fried calamari which was apparently sliced from an old Goodyear welted radial tire and breaded and served to me warm. :dubious:
Upon returning, I cleaned out the back of the van. Needed to consolidate. It’s amazing how much room in a Mini Van one can waste with not a lot. Then I decided to be self-indulgent and went for a bike ride around the ponds in town. On Lap 2 ( and firmly in posession of the yellow jacket, might I add ), I was double-crossed by a woman who seemed incapable of grasping the concept of stepping to the side when I approached her from the front, to let me bike by. She stepped suddenly in front of me and I swerved, running off the sidewalk and down a ravine whose steep walls were covered with twisted dried out gnarled roots and sharp outcroppings of rocks. My battered body landed on the hardscrabble below as my screams faded out only to be replaced with the relentless cooing of the whipporwills.
Um. Wait. Sorry. Okay I’m back. I turned off the sidwalk onto the grass quickly, then turned back- and tried to re-enter the sidewalk at a spot where the grass and sidewalk were not on plane. My front tire twisted and I was thrown off. I landed on my left knee and both hands. Neck? Already stiff and achy. Broken back? Screaming. ( Yes. A broken back. Seriously. In Sept. of 2000. Stable but not really fit for being thrown onto cement… ) Knee? Scraped in two places like a 4 year old who went playing in the yard.
I got up quickly and told her I was fine and biked off, very pissed off. C’mon, I’m not the first biker to ride along with walkers, joggers and rollerbladers around the ponds in town. I’ll have to remember to strap on my ancient scimitar next time so as I bike around and come upon this woman and her little clan of Devil’s Spawn I can gore her clean through like, well, like someone who had a good goring coming their way.
Thank god I’m not bitter. Now excuse me, a hot bath and cool shower and 5,000,000,000,000 mg of Alleve are awaiting me.
Ooh, ooh! Funny story from work. I’m checking out before I go home (I’ve got a mango, a pineapple, a grapefruit, and some yogurt.) I notice the man behind me. Lo! It is my first bad customer. My first threatened firing, my first abusive language, my first “get the store manager over here right now,” and my first pen stealing (bastard).
The first item that he was purchasing was a prominently displayed (front of the order, all by themselves, stood up on the side so that everyone could read them) box of Trojan Magnum XL’s. Since this man’s ego takes up all of the room that it and the penis share, I can only assume that he’s going to use them as gloves when he washes dishes.
Well, it was funny to me. I guess you’d have had to have been there.
You know you wouldn’t have these problems if you wore a helmet and knee guards and elbow guards and shin guards and wrist guards and steel shoes and armor and a bullet proof vest and a bubble wrap suit…
Well swampy, there was a need for him to put his hand on your crotch while giving you a haircut, but I’ll bet it had nothing to do with making your follicles fashionable!
And what is it with the hangovers today? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a reference to one and today there’s two. Swampy, Cartooniverse, I have never gotten a hangover, not even that one time that involved enough drink that I can’t tell you lest you cease worshipping me. So here you go: [sup][/sup][sub]**[/sub][sup][/sup][sub]*[/sub]** have some of my hangover mojo. I evidently went through that line twice.
Donkey! Did I not tell you to put warnings in front of your funnies? Speaking of which reminds me, you should wear a Utilikilt to work! They’re the premiere non-bifurcated legwear for men. Or something like that. Basically, a skirt you can get away with.
gardentraveler, I’m glad to find mamey is a fruit. I was thinking you misspelled Mamie and I was worried you’d made ice cream out of Mrs. Eisenhower. The expression is that someone’s been iced if they’re dead, but they mean killed, not made into a creamy frozen-dessert treat!
Ooooh! Watch out! I’m gonna start yelling, you might want to move the children out of the room. Today I fired not just one doctor, not just two doctors, but a nurse practitioner as well. When someone calls you four days ahead to refill a prescription and checks back every day, telling you each time that the prescription is nearly out, it would behoove you to okay the prescription at least in part, or allow the patient an emergency office visit. Because you see, dear ex-doctors of mine, it was you who told me that under no circumstances should the medication be stopped abruptly-- it could lead to seizures and death. But you and your notoriously rude, incompetant staff messed around until I had just one pill left between me and a possible early visit to the great beyond. And you knew exactly which medication I was out of the whole time! You should really have your staff put patients on hold so they don’t hear you bitching about how if I start to have seizures, I can go to the emergency room.
So I’ve pink-slipped ya all. There’s a great new doctor in town that my aunt told me about when I called with my tale of woe this morning, so I don’t and won’t have to put up with your garbage anymore. He saw me today, on a saturday, when I called up in desperation hoping for a monday appointment. He insisted on staying late after a busy weekend morning so I could see him, and do the whole new patient thing, and get checked out. He approved my prescription and also put me on meds for asthma, the symptoms of which I’ve been telling you about for four months now. I didn’t even say anything to him about my trouble breathing, he heard me wheezing when I walked in the outer office!
So sayonara you arrogant putzes, you are outta here! Even if this new guy turns out to have been a figment of my imagination, I’m not darkening your doorstep again. I’ll drive the 90 minutes to San Diego and tra-la-la all the way, happy to keep from you every penny I can and spread the truth to everyone I meet. You do know my cousin and her family have fired you because of this already, don’t you? Ha!
Okay, I’m done yelling. Worn down to evil chortling at this point. And curious about **Bumba ** Soap. I thought I read you had carnation, d’ya run out? Y’gonna get more? Huh?
Good grief, Ashes, and here I thought my doctor was a waste of protoplasm because he was throwing pills at me without an examination of the symptoms. Your former health providers are some real winners. Congrats on finding a real doctor, tho!
’Toons, the only way that, um, outfit would provide protection would be a possible birth control, as in no sane woman would approach a grown man dressed that way. :eek: And do let me add that if I awaken from a nightmare involving you clad thusly, I will track you down and… and… and… well, I know there’s a rule here about threatening physical harm to other members, so suffice it to say that I will be really cross with you!
And yes, I am up early yet again, thanks to the dog, and also to a bizarre dream involving a black lion (he was pretty cool looking) locked in the house where a bunch of my family was staying. I’d dreamed as far as when we were trying to figure out how to get him out without being attacked ourselves, when whiney Bernie made her presence known. Then when I went to get out of bed, I discovered the cat had taken up residence right in the crook of my knees (I was sleeping on my side) and I couldn’t get up till he moved. Doggone animals are controlling my life!!
But if all goes well, we’ll take the boat out for a bit today. Maybe even put the sails back up. It all depends on the good captain when he wakes up.
Eeeek! Do people have to wake me up with terrible puns? And Cartooniverse, that outfit is…disturbing.
I actually slept in! Yay! and Yay! again… I’ve been sleep deprived for ages now and have been waking up between 5 and 6 every day for weeks. I woke up early again this morning, but fell asleep again and didn’t wake up until after 7:30, fell asleep again and then didn’t wake up till after 8:00. Did I mention: Yay!
Oh, yeah. I can vouch for the wonderfulness of the warm chai and cherry soaps. Quasi-Daughter wants some, Bumba, so I’ll probably email you soon. Paypal or visa? And do you still have any of the rose jam left, or have you foisted it on unsuspecting friends?
Also the puff pastry was okay. I baked a couple of potatoes in the microwave, cut them into thin slices, and put them on the pastry. Then I put garlic, heavy cream, and yogurt cheese over top, and finished with some grated romano. Finally I stuck the rest of the puff pasty on top.
Oh, my. It’s fabulous. It would be good open-faced too. There’s some left, and I think I should eat it for breakfast.
(Sorry NinjaChick, we’re unable to help ourselves.)
I turned off the sidwalk onto the grass quickly, then turned back- and tried to re-enter the sidewalk at a spot where the grass and sidewalk were not on plane. My front tire twisted and I was thrown off. I landed on my left knee and both hands. Neck? Already stiff and achy. Broken back? Screaming. ( Yes. A broken back. Seriously. In Sept. of 2000. Stable but not really fit for being thrown onto cement… ) Knee? Scraped in two places like a 4 year old who went playing in the yard.
