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: tucks rosie in :
I’s still awake. 
Mooom, supper souded good. If I ever get back to the sunny shores, I’d like for FCD to give me a few pointers on helmet art. Right now I’m working on a sketch for the gas tank for the bike my friend is rebuilding for me.
Didn’t get to the courthouse in time today so I think I’ll put it off until Friday when I can duck out early. On the way home tonight, the service engine soon light came on. I popped into previously mentioned mechanic friend to get it checked out. :smack: Just a loose gas cap from emissions testing yesterday. That’s good because I really wanted more money saved for my down payment on a new one.
I’m not aware of stooping. I use a touchscreen in front of me, at pretty much upper chest/face altitude (taller cashiers might have problems with the height, but it feels comfortable to 5’4" me), and the cash drawer (next to my left hip) is at a comfortable height.
Day off today. Slept way late (amazingly, even the Princess seemed to be on board with that plan), ran a couple of minor errands, helped DH with some paperwork, and have spent much time on general goofing off.
Gotta open tomorrow, which means leaving home by 7 to be at work by 8:30, off at 12:30.
Good news is that DH’s latest venture into radiator patchup worked! No further leakage. Also, my counselor and I agree that I’m pretty close to not needing to see her regularly any more. I’ll miss her when the time comes, but it’s still a good thing that I’m doing a lot better.
I’m just waiting for you to go to sleep.
Sleep is for the weak. 
You must sleep.
Wagnerian lullaby.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
On the hill, there are two sheep.
One is black, and one is white.
If the baby does not go to sleep,
The black one will give it a bite.
BTW, I can’t tell from Google Map which floor you sleep on.
Just curious.
Another grey morning, but that’s fine. I’ve got to drive to Mom’s today and sunless driving is good. Altho much rain is promise, which is not so good. Anyway, I’ll be heading out in an hour or so. I’m still trying to decide whether to stop and buy some clay today. I have less than 100# left - I probably should get some…
So, gonna read the funnies and Dear Abby before I get dressed and head out. Happy Thursday!!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 71 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 89 for the day. There’s also the possibility of rain but since that ain’t really happened yet, I don’t believe it will today.
Today I need to head to the east forty for a bit so I shall head out from da cave cause it’s actually closer than from the orifice. Thus I can goof off a bit before headin’ off to the world of irk. My new assistant as of Moanday is comin’ by this afternoon to fill out some paperirk so’s I can get her set up on the 'puter and so forth. Rah.
I also foresee at least some mowage of da cave yahd this evenin’.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then, alas and alack, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Thursday Y’all!
Morning all,
MOOOOOOOOOOM, we are exporing the home equity loan thing, but not sure it will work for us as we dont have much equity in the house. We had another roof dude come by last night and give us another estimate and we are officially*** confused***!!! Three dudes, three wildly different prices, all the same product. I think I am going to call yet another dude today. I am just tired of hearing all the sales pitches, they exhaust me.
Command picnic was just as bad as I thought it would be. Food was not to my taste and it was awkward all around as I dont see most of these people most of the year. I work in a completely different building that is off base from where the majority of the command works.
Spousal unit was at least more apologetic when I got home regarding the whole measuring cup incident. He took me out for sushi to make up.
Very humid here, mostly rain on and off today.
Time to get dressed and get ready to go. Laterz!!!
Blurf.
Now that is out of the way, I had an interesting-annoying phone call last night. 'Twas about 9:15, and VWife answered.
“It’s for you…”
“Hello?”
Caller: “Is this Rob?” Rob was my childhood common name, so I thought it might be someone calling about this year’s high school reunion.
“Yes…”
“This is Patsy from across the street. Where’s my mulch?”
Much confusion ensued. “What?!?”
[untelligible tirade]
Me: “My name is Robert <lastname>, in Lexington Park. Are you sure you 're calling the right person?”
[another unitelligible tirade]
Me: “I think you have the wrong person.”
Caller: “NO. KIDDING.” <slam>
and :mad::mad:
Ahhh, the wonders of caller ID. After about a minute, I called ‘Patsy’ back, got her voicemail, and said: “I’m sorry you got stiffed over some non-existent mulch, but the next time don’t cop a fucking attitude when you have the wrong number.” A slam of my own ended the call.
:rolleyes:
Very nice. Of course all it will do is piss her off more, and not teach her how to be polite. But still nice.
Imagine my concern. 
Up, caffeinated, off to work
I sleep in the pool. Just wade passed the shark shaped “pool floats”.
BBBobbio, maybe you could send her a bag of the Boxers’ "mulch’, to make up for the call?
Massively overslept blurf. I think my body clock’s still a bit messed up from the last week, but I don’t have much to do today. So it’s probably a good day for it.
I do need to get some heavy duty gardenin’ done down the allotment, before the council gets grumpy at me, but the weather’s English hot at the moment (I’m boiling, people from actual hot places want sweaters), so I shall have a go after about 5 when it’s cooled down. I finally got the grass hacked down yesterday, but was meetin’ up with people to do silly things with fire, so couldn’t stay late, and there’s still a lot to do. I also need to work out what to do with vast quantities of sage, oregano and mint, 'cos I need to dig out half a ton of each, seeing as that was all the previous plot holder grew. Any ideas?
I went and picked up wages yesterday, so some shopping is in order, which shall probably keep me busy until it cools down a bit. Happy Thursday all!
Happy Thorsday!
It’s grey, wet, and dreary outside.
Nothing on the agenda today except irk. Groceries will be delivered later today but Sah-son handles that. Once I teach him how to order them I’ll hand that chore off to him too, considering that most of what I order is for him anyway. He’s a teenaged boy that eats like… a teenaged boy.
Nuts
You could tie the sage up in little bundles and sell them as smudge sticks.
Sprinkle the mint around the outside of your house to keep the mice and ants away.
Cook lots and lots of marinara sauce with the oregano and freeze it.
Nuts,
I put sage on turkey when I smoke it.
Mix the mint with sugar, ice, & bourbon for a mint julep - which will also help cool you off (while you’re outside smoking said turkey)
I learned to smoke from my neighbor, who was a military helo mechanic from TX. He’d make chicken on a throne & every ½ hour he’d change out the throne*, emptying ½ of the contents into him before it went into the smoker, this was in addition to his beer that he’d drink while smoking. He’d be pretty much soused by eating time.
- beer can
Howdy Y’all! N.O.L. time! Munchin’ on a turkey ‘n cheeze sammich. Took care of the east forty this mornin’ and have gotten all the paperirk stuff submitted for my new assistant. No flies on da bear!
Lucky when I had my roof replaced last year I told, told, mind you, my insurance company that there was one roofin’ company and one roofin’ company only I would even consider dealin’ with. The insurance company did not argue with me. Local insurance guy knew exactly who I wanted and that they do an excellent job at reasonable prices so no need to bother with any other roofin’ companies. However, I am an old, grumpy curmudgeon so maybe I can get away with stuff like that more so than you can cause you’re probably nice dammit. 
Spidey the official southern name for that is beer <snerk> butt! <snerk> chikin, cause you shove the can up the chickin’s <snerk> butt! <snerk> Also, mint juleps are a waste of mint, sugar, ice, and most of all bourbon. ICK!
Sari part of my problem is I want to eat like my inner teenage boy.
BBBobbio, what can I say, just classic BBBobbio!
-swampbear (over user of the smiley)