Blurf.
So, there’s that . . .
Has everyone recovered from their food coma yet?
Oddly enough, I didn’t overeat yesterday. Probably because there was nothing particularly special - just the usual boring fare my family is known for. Honest-to-goodness, my mother didn’t want me to bring peas-n-carrots because apparently the combination was too much for some people to handle.
If we eat there next year, I’m making a sweet potato casserole for sure. Lucky for me, I have some, so I’ll make a small casserole for me and my sweetie - maybe I’ll do that today…
MOOOOOOM really? Good thing you didn’t bring peas 'n carrots with little pearl onions. Haids would have exploded! :eek:
Depends on how toxic the DQ in question is.
Cats really need to be equipped with snooze buttons.
I have to grocery shop today, too. Not at Wallyworld, but the Aldi I go to is across the street from the Wallyworld Complex. Sounds like today is a great day to go The Back Way.
bobbio, you couldn’t pay me enough to go to Wally World today. I dropped the carafe to my coffee maker yesterday morning and smashed it to smithereens. I ordered one online today and will make coffee using a saucepan in place of the carafe until the new model arrives because I’m not brave enough to hit WW, Target or KMart.
In other news, I’m back at irk, at least until lunch time. Got the emails read, the bulletin board up and set up training for the system changes that took place in my absence.
Back from the dentist. The good news is that the tooth can probably be saved with a root canal. The bad news is that the swelling and pain are from a nasty abscess. I’m going back at two this afternoon to have it lanced and drained.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
I’m not going to re-read Broomstick’s story.
Who am I kidding? Of course I am.
Or when I get home from somewhere and walk in the door. The Old Wench will say “You’re back”. I’ll say “No - my front. My back has shoulder blades and less features”.
She then usually hits me.
Its been a theme throughout my life.
“Plants”. Perfectly innocent plants. Makes perfect sense to me.
I had a nice Thanksgiving. I worked my tail off, but it was very much appreciated and everyone had a good time. My daughter, son-in-law, two of their friends, my son and, of course my husband were here to celebrate the day. There was a lot of food, everyone really enjoyed it, and we all had lots of laughs.
I don’t plan to do anything today but relax, maybe do some reading, or just watch TV.
My son is either going back across the state today or tomorrow. He has an appointment to meet with a legislator tomorrow, so I’m thinking he’d better head back across today, but we’ll see what he decides.
We’re going to celebrate a friend’s birthday tomorrow and that should be nice. We’re going to another friend’s house because she wants to host the celebration and show off her new wood floors. Well, they’re actually refinished floors. She had the carpet torn out and lucky her had wood floors beneath. That’s one of the benefits to having an older home.
I’d love to have wood floors. I’m sick to death of carpeting. It just gets nasty after awhile, especially if you’re a dog owner. You can clean and clean it, but the stains always start to come back.
N.O.L. has been ingested. I’m countin’ that as a completed chore because it involved puttin’ stuff on a plate, usin’ the nukulator, eatin’, then havin’ to wash two plates and two forks. Oh and puttin’ stuff back in da fridge. This makes it a complex multi-task chore.
Three spider plants and 4 banana palms that I brought back from my MIL’s. What precisely were you implying???
Back from irk, getting ready for irk…
Spaz, we do get proper orange sweet potatoes here- they’re not even uncommon or expensive, we just have a plentiful supply of eejits too.
The only people I know with gro-lights are on the news, as in:
Reporter: “When police raided the residence, they found grow lights, &…”
I think that must be a good thing because the po-po always end up giving them some nice jewelry; not just one, but two bracelets, which are of a really cool interconnected design. :dubious:
No, I couldn’t get up to get seconds because someone was sitting on my feet.
I thought cats slept > 20 hrs a day; why would they need a snooze after all that sleep???
No leftover turkey for me today. The (quite full) smoker is smoking away; fresh, hot smoked turkey (& other things) for din-din tonight!
Or remote controls. PAUSE and FF would come in useful.
Practiced the clarinet for a while. I need to get back to working on crafts soon.
There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast. Believe me, I’ve tried. AND they know just where to stand on you so that Nature’s call can no longer be ignored.
Cats don’t need a FF button. They operated in that mode quite well without our help, especially at 3:00 am
I take it you’ve never tried to sleep in while there’s a hungry cat in the house.
One week.
My cousin was going away & asked me to cat sit for her. She lived closer to where I worked (which meant I could get up later) & had a water bed (something I had never slept in before) so I asked to stay there. The bedroom door was to remain closed at all times as cats were not allowed in there since claws & waterbeds are not a good mix. :eek:
I’m not saying Dallas was fat, but she was about ½" from being able to swiffer the floor with her stomach fur. They got fed in the morning.
I learned the second night - I took my cousin’s shoes out of her closet & lined them up next to the bed. At unbelievably early hour when they started with their loud-enough-to-wake-me-up-thru-the-door meowing, I reached down, grabbed a shoe, & WHAM - threw it at the door. They ran off for 15 minutes of silence whence they came back to resume their meowing & WHAM again; every 15 minutes, like clockwork until I decided to get up. I opened the door & walk to the kitchen, which was not easy to do as they’d rub their way between my legs, very affectionately. I’d feed them & then they’d want nothing to do with me until unbelievably early hour the next day. Stoopit cats!
My cat doesn’t bother me early in the morning, but I have a bedroom that the cat isn’t allowed in, I often sleep with earplugs, and there are other household members who can feed the cat.
Another candidate for the catapult aimed at the cement pond.
My girls sleep between my knees and on my feet. It’s nice because they’re toasty warm. On the other hand, going to the bathroom in the middle of the night is a bit challenging because I don’t want to step on them. And they like to wrestle for territory.
On a completely unrelated note, I survived the dentist this afternoon. It was gross and painful, but it’s over. I should feel better soon.