I’m sure the denizens of which ever planet has a perpetual Monday have the same expressions on their faces.
Happy Soapyversary!
If this is the SoapyBoy who was able to work out how Narwhals came from Unicorns, he doesn’t need luck. He’ll ace the exam.
Super-extreme-blurfiness this morning.
Bees, Sandy, and Dragon - Welcome to the MMP. Pull up a chair. But don’t touch the chocolate - that’s FCM’s; have a beer - the boys don’t mind sharing. 
Ya know, the squid may be a bit redundant for SeaDragon.
SeaDragonTattoo -> Kraken (?)
So I’m getting dressed this morning, fresh out of the shower. Rummaging through the clean laundry for undies, when all of a sudden it hits me: I have no memory of packing underpants for this trip.
Rush over to suitcase, open it up, rifle through the clothes.
ACK! No underwear. :smack:
So I packed three pairs for an overnight trip. Just to be sure. 
In Spain there’s a legend about a sea dragon called la tarasca, therefore I propose Tarrasque.
Whatthehell?
I got up at 4:15 and thought I was crazy for that. S’gonna be a long day, won’t get out of here til after 5 something. Boo.
Ewwwwww, GOOD LUCK SOAPY BOY Ewwwwwwwwww
I’ve been so tempted. We got sick of paying so much for the little individual packs so we bought the big spray bottle and I’ve been thinking of spraying myself with it. I just haven’t put it on the dogs yet because I haven’t had a chance to get the rubber gloves. Sweetie said he’d get them on his way home from work today so hopefully by nightfall, my doggies will again be tick murdering machines!
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY SOAPY AND MR SOAPY!!!
I was finally able to fall back asleep around 4:30 and the dogs woke me up at 8:45 for brekkie. This still feels too early even though I’m well rested and wide awake. There’s nothing to do but clean and I don’t want to do that. We don’t have cable. I’m not in the mood to read anything. It’s too early for movies. Diablo II doesn’t come out until midnight (I haven’t even bought it yet!) and I can’t mow the back lawn until we get oil for the mower.
In other words, I’m so tempted to go back to sleep because I have nothing else to do. Even the dogs look bored. It’s so quiet outside too. I hear one far off mower and that’s it. No dogs barking. No kids playing (not that we ever get kids playing. My neighborhood doesn’t have any kids at all).
September seriously needs to hurry the hell up and get here because this is going to drive me bonkers. I took 5 classes last summer and now I have none. What the hell am I supposed to do with myself?!?!
I slept until 3:30 am, woke up for a wee, back to sleep until the 5:30 alarm, hit the snooze, got up around 6:15. I would still be sleeping if not for irk.
My toaster died yesterday and since a toaster was the same price as a cheap toaster oven, I bought the cheap toaster oven. I used it last night and am underwhelmed but since I used it I can’t return it. Talk about buyer’s remorse. And I don’t have a lot of counter space so the thing is taking up a lotta room.
Convince me to like the toaster oven.
You can make a tuna melt in a toaster oven but not a toaster.
There’d be a natural market among the Occupy Wall Street crowd.
I use mine all the time to avoid firing up the big oven. It’s great for frozen fries, broiling 1 or 2 servings of fish or chicken or beef, baking a small meatloaf, baking half a dozen corn muffins - really, anything you’d use a regular oven for, but on a smaller scale. I love mine and wouldn’t be without it.
Last night, we had teriyaki salmon, broiled in the toaster oven, and tater tots, baked in the toaster oven. The “dishes” I had to wash from those 2 items were 2 sheets of aluminum foil, crumpled and tossed in the trash. Don’t diss the toaster oven!!
those foil take out containers? no need to worry about shorting out the toaster oven waves.
I’m not in awe at our toaster oven either. Due to the fact that they’re lousy at toasting, the industry has taken to calling them countertop ovens. There are times that I feel the desire to go into the garage where the toaster had been banished to actually toast something properly.
Less prednisone in me is starting to help, although this morning, I was feeling like Bobcat Goldthwait.
Meanwhile, it’s pouring here. Mercifully, no thunder, or our not-so-brave beast would be whimpering and panting. You’d expect that maybe from a five-pound chihuahua, but he’s fine. It’s the 65-pound retriever that goes bonkers at the first rumble of thunder.
I feel like some mindless posting this morning too. My wife is home with the kids today because our son is sick. Saturday night he threw up so Sunday I stayed home with him while my wife took our daughter for our annual Mother’s Day trip to Kentucky. (Her family goes to see her mom’s mom/my wife’s grandmother. That’s a lot of personal pronouns). He was OK most of the day, but when my wife got home . . . he got sick in her lap. Happy Mother’s Day to her!
We had the flu go through our house in January, and it took about two weeks to hit all four of us. I’m watching myself for any signs of it, which is always tricky to do because I don’t want to end up with some psychosomatic illness. (I think I’m a little nauseated. Or am I? Would I normally feel this way now if I wasn’t keeping an eye out for it?) Only symptom I have to far is fatigue, I know the cause of that.
The biggest wimp I’ve seen around thunderstorms was a 150 lb Bullmastiff. The kids could ride it like a horse but it hid under the bed during storms.
Less prednisone??? I would love be on an IV drip of the stuff. When I’m having bad allergies/sinus infections, that stuff makes me feel 100%. It lets me breathe through my nose again and takes away all the crap in my sinuses and lungs.
Mooom, I will give the toaster oven a fighting chance. This morning I thought “I can make tuna melts and other broiler stuff without worrying that the B.A. oven broiler will catch on fire.” It’s just a matter of getting used to it.
At least it didn’t become a lapdog!! :eek: Our dalmatian was only about 45#, but she hated storms and she’d try to crawl into my lap at the first rumble. I can’t imagine if she was a mega-dog!!
Delayed blurf. I’ve been doing my usual Monday routine of Cleaning Up My Space. Now I’m waiting for laundry to get done so I can run over to get a few groceries. I need to check CFI to see if my refund’s been issued. Hang on a sec.
CFNC has a terrible website. I guess I’ll have to call them to make sure they got the fax. Because there ain’t any money in my account and I don’t expect any before Wednesday at the earliest.
I’m having garlic toast for lunch. I was cleaning all the spilled ice cubes out of the freezer and I found half a loaf. It was getting freezer burnt on the ends, so I baked it. Ah, leftovers.
My 70 lb Lab doesn’t like thunder, and becomes a lapdog at the first sound. While the other three little ones are already in my lap! The other day I posted to Facebook (from my phone) “I’m covered in puppies and I can’t get up!”
Happy Soapyversary!
I had a nice Mother’s Day. The kids came over and we ate a big pot of seafood gumbo - with shrimp and crab and crawfish tails and one lone flounder fillet I had in the freezer. It was excellent, if I do say so myself!
My grandbaby was giving poor DIL fits last night - it looked like the movie “Alien” she was moving so much! It’s a possibility there she could be induced late this week. 
Busy busy at work…
Rosie’s sig to all!
Mornin all
My My everyone is up early, something in the water?
Show last night was so loud I can’t believe the cops didn’t show ears are a ringing. I am going to be a deaf old man
Caffine caffine caffeine
Blurf
JIM
Oh forgetting my manners
Happy Soapyversiary(sp?)
Cheers all
JTK
Any of you with coward dogs try a Thunder Shirt? My dogs sit on the back of the couch and stare out the window during thunder storms but we use the Thunder Shirt on Holly for car rides. It really does help her to calm down.
So, the hot and muggies won out (it’s not even 70° and no rain on the horizon so why does it feel like a rainy day in July?!) and I went back to sleep. I just woke up again. I keep dreaming about high school. Why the heck is that? I think my subconscious has been tainted by an intro video I watched about a documentary someone made on the dance program at my high school (it’s an arts magnet school where arts aren’t required - if that makes sense). Ever since then I keep dreaming about school; about the my theater friends and occasionally about ROTC. It’s so strange. The strangest part is that I keep dreaming that one of my high school friends and I are getting amorous. I have never been attracted to him in that way and he was and still is attached at the hip to one of my best friends from school (the only couple that’s been together longer than Sweetie and me). I haven’t even seen him since I was 21 and that was 11 years ago!
I want to go back to dreaming that The Terrible Iggy Dammit is a vampire who’s trying to kill me.