A sailor living a Sheltered Life? :dubious:
The mind boggles.
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I had some brand of frozen french bread pizza for lunch. I bought them for Sah-son, who could live on pizza with the occasional taco for variety. He doesn’t like the pizzas and I can see why.
Firstly, this is a lazy household and these pizzas have to be microwaved and then baked. Way too much work for a frozen pizza.
Secondly, they are too greasy.
However, the dog likes greasy bread so he can have my leftovers.
Debating what’s for dinner. If I wasn’t feeling so lazy I’d make homemade manicotti noodles and stuff them with meatballs and cheese.
I tried to go for a walk, but it started raining so I came home. Time to fritter away the last afternoon of vacation! 
Back from the Dr and the pharmacy/grocery store. Picked up a chicken to roast inthe oven and my meds. My BP was just a little elevated. I could feel it. So. Now I have six months worth of refills on all my stuff. I forgot to get a script for my heartburn medicine so the pharmacy was sending the Dr a fax asking to refill it. I can’t think of everything.
Keeping an eye on the tropics. There is a depression heading in our general direction. I got an email today from TPTB telling everyone to get ready in case. Luckily my facilities don’t require too much prep. Home is a different story though.
Off to consider cooking even though I could scrounge if it were just me. Why does he want dinner EVERY SINGLE DAY???
House is smelling meatloafy - yum!
Supper has been ingested. **FCD **has gone to watch TV in bed. I’m going to recline and crochet.
*** MWAH!***
butters, the poke chop on a stick will be later in the week. 
metal mouse, did you ever go to the Elkhart County Fair when you lived in Indiana? I always liked that one better than the state fair. Our fair goes through the weekend, if you want to drive a couple of hours north.
The General’s dindin has been consumed. ‘Twas good. I made up a beastloaf for tomorrow’s dindin and it’s bakin’ away as I post. I also made up some mac 'n cheese. Go Me!
Time to start considering dinner. What to do, what to do. I got nothing.
The thing about kids is that they disagree, particularly with each other, on principle. I can’t win. Hamburgers? Yes! No! I’d let them starve or figure it out on their own, but apparently society frowns on that these days.
No one told me raising a family was going to be so hard.:smack:
I seem to recall my Parents telling me to eat what was there or go hungry.
Good times.
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Person calls up: “Are you working at the moment?” “Um. No.”
Next day, different person emails me: “Are you working at the moment?” “Er. No?”
Next day, both at the same time: “I have a job offer for you.”
Argh! Two years of nothing, then two offers at once?
One is a long term job I’m only partially qualified for, the other is short term but what I want my career to be.
Damn it.
Time to go lie upon the bed and watch teevee until sleepy time.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
That’s how I was raised.
Eat what’s there or go hungry, and heaven help you if you complained about it. My father would go off on a rant about how my mother spent her entire day slaving over a hot stove to feed her family and by god you were going to sit there, eat it, and enjoy it.
When I was married I stopped asking my husband what he wanted for dinner. If I asked him do you want chicken, ham or chili he’d want pork chops. You want chili, meat loaf or steak, he’d want chicken.
I wised up and stopped asking, I fixed dinner and he ate it.
No pictures? 
FCM, I really hope your DH feels better soon.
Today would have been a lot more annoying had it not been my penultimate day in my current department. Lot easier to put up with annoying co-irkers, etc., when I can count down to leaving them behind. 
Not as hot here today, but still unpleasant.
The car passed smog, now DH and I need to resolve the fight over who does the online renewal. He wants to leave it to me, I say he can bloody well do SOMETHING useful around here! (Yes, my patience with him is a bit low, TYVM.)
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When hubs came home and I told him there was a chick bird or leftover( hint hint) and sort of made it clear I did’nt want to cook he quickly decided he would scrounge. Thank goodness. I cleaned up the kitchen from last night when I cooked and did not eat or want anything- yet.
F’ing laundry and dishes are a never ending job. Tomorrow the plan is to mosey up to my niece’s restaurant for dinner. Her Mom Is in town and I would love to see her. Plus someone else cooks and cleans and hubs pays. Win Win for me.
My weather barometer bum shoulder is aching me something fierce. Come on rain.
And damn glad to get it and overall better for us.
I worked in da Hood. I came home. Making fish tacos with fresh pico for dinner.
Call him a service animal. And name him Jack.
Can you do #1? If so, apply for both.
::shakes head::
I just got an email (in my junk folder) “EAT THIS, PASS ANY TEST” - do they mean math or drug? :dubious:
I just wish they had been one after the other, not concurrent. I have so few opportunities, it’s heart-breaking that I have to give one up, either one of which might be the wrong choice.