So Swampy, when you’re taking communion, do you ever get the urge to say “The chalice from the palace has the brew that is true.”? "Cause I just know I couldn’t resist.
Most excellent OP Welby, and I liked your outfit. Please explain the construction of your weapon if you would.
Well, one of my bestest girlfriends is here. (#3GrandDaughter). She was feeling urpy at school (2nd grade) and they called her mother, who called Grammy (BumbaWife), who called me to go fetch her. I brought her home and fed us both grilled-cheese sammichs, which I’m sure are what’s called for when one feels urpy. She’s feeling better now and sitting on the couch doing her homework.
Taters, I’m assigning you my proxy. Please hug the stuffing out of FCM for me, and anyone else who wants a Bumbahug. Og knows when I’ll ever get to that end of the country again.
I mentioned how I had a bit of a dilemma last week. Well, here it is; I’ve talked about the First Friday Art Walk before, and how we like to have a different artist hanging on our walls each month, right? Weel, the other day a co-ed from the local university came in and asked if we ever displayed art from art students. I said we’d like to possibly and if she’d show me some pics of her work we could talk. She went on to explain that she was supposed to show at the school but they wouldn’t let her 'cause she had some nudes in her stuff. I told her I wasn’t 'fraid of no nudes. So, she brings me a CD with pics of her art work to look at. There were some sketches, 3 nudes, and three landscapes (for want of a better description, or any description). Folks, I don’t want to be unkind, but of the 6 finished works on the CD, only 2 were any good at all. One of the nudes, which was monochrome, but identifiable as a human female, and a picture that kinda sorta coulda been a flower garden with some kind of white structure, possibly a house, or maybe a pergola, behind the flowers. I thought it had good color and appeared ‘balanced’.
The bottom line is; I don’t want to hang her stuff on my walls, and I get the feeling I’m gonna hafta hit her over the head with a clue-by-four to get that through to her. She hasn’t taken the hints in any of our conversations so far.
BumbaWife is ignoring the whole thing, possibly as a lesson to me to keep my big mouth shut.
In other news, we may be getting a puppy. Background: When Wifey and I got together I had a huge, smelly bear of a dog who was a German Shepherd/wolf mix. When he died I was so crushed I swore I’d never have another dog. Well, when Wifey and I were in Michigan a few years ago we stopped in to visit an aunt of mine who had a miniature Schnauzer. Wifey fell in love with that little dog, and I liked him a lot too, but I remained adamant about not wanting another dog. She (Wifey) never forgot however, and would occasionally mention how much it would cost to buy a Schnauzer puppy, or something like that. Well, lately, her litany has changed from ”maybe we could get a puppy” to ”what shall we name our puppy?” It looks like I’m gonna be presented with a fait accompli some day soon. :rolleyes: It didn’t help that last week we went up to the real estate store, (They sell signs and other real estate stuff), which is ‘guarded’ by two miniature Schnauzers, Fisbo (For Sale By Owner) and Millie (Million Dollar Producer) who are two of the nicest little dogs you ever met. I’m doomed.