One of many reasons my stints in retail have been short and gladly forgotten.
And good nachos make help any problem.
One of many reasons my stints in retail have been short and gladly forgotten.
And good nachos make help any problem.
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
Yet another reason I’m glad I’m not in retail - I’d be in jail… Anyone who would try that “The customer is always right” crap with me would get: “No, you’re wrong. Now get out.” People who work retail and don’t murder the general public have my deepest respect and admiration.
The wind has been amazing here. I was watching the big, thick, tall trees in the yard swaying like they were saplings! I didn’t hear any loud thunks, so I’m assuming none of them fell. We’ll have to walk the yard and check. My concern is that the fence remain intact - we can’t have Higgs running amok.
**FCD **is still trying to figure out his machine. Apparently there’s a step where it has to figure out where it is and where the tip of its cutting tool is, and that step isn’t happening. So he’ll be futzing with that today. I hope he figures it out pretty quick. Meanwhile, I’ll make the covers for his electronics - he decided to move them yesterday, and until they’re permanently affixed, I can’t make a proper cover. He has so I can. After we get back from breakfast.
Got a 4-day “work” week ahead followed by a 4-day weekend. So there’s that.
Good luck with your surgicals, Daaaaaad!
Happy Sunday, all!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up, caffieneated, and brekkied even, so no YAWN. ‘Tis 60 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 71 for the day and rain. We shall see. I have a long mornin’ ahead (actually both of us do) at the church house that will stretch into the afternoon. Today is the Feast of St. Francis, so there will be a blessin’ of the animals this afternoon. We do not intend to be there as we have no critters to get blessed.
There’s a great article in today’s Albeeeeeeny Herald about the stained glass windows in the church house. It actually made sense, a rarity for the Herald.
OK, I need to commence purtification for deheathenization and also zap the corn casserole in the nukelator along with the little thingy that keeps stuff warm inside the cozy little tote bag I have to take foodstuffs places.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
Happy Sunday!
It’s way too warm in here, but outside is cloudy and chilly.
Today is a day like any other day.
Had some nice homemade coffee this morning, sent to me by a fellow Doper.
Back to working on some music soon.
I was reading Emily of New Moon last night and it mentioned marmalade. So I went to the grocery store this morning and got a jar of marmalade for my toast. It was fantastic.
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Back from breakfast - it’s raining again. OK, more like drizzling, but I had to use my wipers, so it counts.
Shortly, I will sew. Gotta get it done, even tho I really don’t want to. I just wanna veg.
Let the dog out and and damned if there isn’t somebody out there parked on my parking pad again.
So I called the police and they are sending somebody out to give them a ticket or citation or whatever they do. I have a feeling it’s from across the alley because I’ve noticed the person over there is parked sideways across their driveway so nobody can park in it. That is what he/she did when they got a new roof so all the workmen parked in my and my neighbor’s pads.
Last time when I called the police my mother told me I am a bitch.
Maybe I am, maybe I’m not, but at least I’m not stupid, rude enough to park on another’s property.
Good luckwith the surgery, Dad.
Went to the dentist yesterday. They’re setting me up with an endo Monday or Tuesday for excavation. Joy! :rolleyes:
They prescribed an antibiotic for the meantime. When I went to pick it up, the only idiot pharmacy tech first told me that the insurance wouldn’t cover it for another few days. I told him that was fine, I’d pay out of pocket (it’s one of the common antibiotics, fertheloveofmike). Then he told me he couldn’t find it. Fine. I’ll wait. With cars backed up behind me at the drive thru.
Five minutes later I was pulling out of the driveway, pills in hand. He’s the only one there that I ever have issues with.
Enough grousing, I’m gonna finish my coffee that is cooled enough to drink now and maybe take a nap.
Happy Sunday, y’all!
Police came out, told me to have it towed. The tow company will charge the owner. Now if one of them would answer the phone.
Although I suspect if they saw the police out there they will come and move it themselves.
My driveway is about 3 feet long and I have “no parking” signs on both garage doors. And yet at least once a year someone will park across the “drive” blocking both doors to the point you couldn’t get a bicycle out let alone a Harley. There is enough bitch in me that I have had them ticketed AND towed. I hear the neighbors back there grumble “At least you could knock on some doors and see if it could be moved or lay on the horn or something”. Really? Considering how many stabbings and shootings there have been on that street since we moved here I ain’t knocking on any doors. And why should I disturb everyone with knocking or horns because someone is an idiot? Call the professionals; let them educate the masses.
Whoever it was moved it, I thought they might if they saw me talking to the police.
When I lived in the city I had a horrible time with people blocking my driveway. It made no sense because everybody on my side of the street had driveways and it was rare to have any cars parked on the street at all. The other side of the street was the projects (townhouses) and there were only a few cars on that side - being that most of the people on that side didn’t own cars.
However, the drug dealers front door was directly across from my driveway - so what can you expect from their idiot customers?
One time when they blocked my driveway I did go over and bang on the door, I banged so hard the whole damn row of houses opened their doors.
Another time they parked in front of my drive and sat there talking to the dealers. My driveway was about 5-6 car lengths long, so I pulled up to the end and did a little beep. Everybody looked up, saw me there trying to get out and went back to their business. I beeped a little louder, they looked up at me and went back to talking. I beeped louder and they still didn’t move. So I backed all the way up to the garage and floored it, squealing wheels down the drive. They scattered like roaches when you turn on the light.
And I’m the one who got called a crazy bitch. Go figure.
Howdy Y’all! We have deheathenated, brunched and napped. I say that’s quite the accomplishment on a drizzly, dreary day. Right now ‘tis drizzlin’ but the rain has gotten a little heavier off and on all afternoon. I feel like I could go to bed right now but I won’t. I’m thinkin’ I’ll go to sleep with either Mel or Ben tonight.
DAAAAAAD and red good luck with the surgery and dental stuff. May y’all heal soonest.
sari I would have paid to have seen that!
So my sinuses are shedding their summer snot, so they can make winter snot. But only the left nostril.:dubious:
So the right is locked in place and the left is running uselessly all over? My God! Your sinuses have been infected with Government!!!
And you will also be wrapped in the arms of Morpheus. Kinky. :dubious:
There’s a poke roast in the rotisserie. There’s a big pot of sketty sauce simmering away. Poke is tonight’s supper - sketty sauce will be frozen - tomorrow. I’ll just stick the pot in the fridge overnight. Sides with supper will be broccoli and instant smashed N.O.T.s - Don’t Judge! We like them!
I’ve got a little time to kill till I have to make the sides. Time to surf!
Instant mashed potatoes-A food that in England is fed principally to horses, but in Maryland supports the population.
-Dr. Samuel Johnson, A Dictionary of the English Language.