Sunday blurfs. Beside the fact Sunday is laundry day, The Big Plan is to go to the retirement par-tay for our now former mail lady. Yeehaw!
My desk is clean!!! You wouldn’t believe the amount of cat hair I dusted from behind my monitor, or maybe you would… But now I need to sort the papers and crap that were on the desk, which is why they’re on the coffee table in the living room and I’m at my clean and cleared desk in the family room. 
Guess that makes me a semi-responsible adult?
Up, caffeinated, off today. More hockey tonight. 
Santachy pics are up on Facebook. You can piece together you night, and see if maybe you will need bail money and a divorce lawyer in you immediate future.;)
Just got back from walking Gordie, and I see this post didn’t post.:dubious: Maybe the hamsters need some Java this morning.
Moooom, that’s one of two outlets on that circuit. The only thing that stays on most of the time is the computer, so it’s not as heavy a load as the circuit on the other end of the bedroom/studio that has two outlets and the overhead lights.
It’s chill time today; I’m starting a pot of chili for later and will likely make some jalapeno cornbread to go with it for after the Christmas parade this afternoon. I’ll be there with my neighbor and his granddaughter to watch his daughter and grandson ride in the peewee football float.
Howdy Y’all! We’re all deheathenized Luterun style and in chill mode. Jambalaya shall be heated up for N.O.L. in a bit as we’re both gettin’ hongry. Other than that, no big plans for the day.
There are pictures of me pole-dancing but I remember that. It was just before the wedding (an actual wedding between someone portraying Rudolph and someone portraying Clarice) and it sounded like a good idea at the time. I actually bailed for a while. One of the Mrs Clauses went a few rounds too many and I called the OW to help rescue her and me around 9:30ish. Had a little food and then jumped back in. But I redeemed myself by returning double-time after that.
(One of the Drag Mrs Clauses was someone I know from Bingo — we had several adventures in the course of the evening.)
We had several Santas from Canada and several groups from an even more strange land ----- Ohio. We were also crashed by a (I am so ashamed of myself) bunch of Bananas who decided to tag a Bananarchy into Santarchy. They were a little (I am still ashamed) fruity but generally fun.
There is only one type of Cliff that you are allowed to jump off of, & even then he better be sitting or lying down.
Nappage has been achieved. OYKW went to his place to do laundry after we et and will be back in a while. We will probably fine dine for dindin. I have a load of whites in the washer as I post. Fun times!
Blurf! MiL is here. Somehow I had forgotten all of her annoying little habits. Like asking what the Greek word for chocolate is during the middle of dinner. Then being surprised is similar to everyone’s else word for chocolate. We reminded her of the Aztec root, which she acknowledged (being from Mexico City), but she insisted that all words had a Latin or Greek root. She also took my husband’s box of beer out of the fridge because she thought it was empty. It wasn’t. A week. I can survive a week, right?
Ohmmmm. Ohmmmmm.
{{{Baker}}} I hear ya. Here’s hoping this week is better.
Done with leaves… for today. I put oil in the mulcher engine and ran a couple of loads, then noticed it was HOT. Didn’t put in enough oil. So I added more, but I added too much. I wasn’t going to mess around with draining the excess and I wasn’t going to run it overfilled. So I unhooked the mulcher and just drove the mower around, aiming the discharge into the woods or other areas that could handle mulched leaves, like the forsythia hedge.
Anyway, the yard has been mostly de-leafed, and I’ll get **FCD **to show me how to drain the oil from the engine. Next weekend, not today. He’s not home yet. Poor baby.
What to do for supper? I was thinking chicken strips. Quick, easy, tasty, and edible as leftovers. I’d say them’s some good qualifications! Better pull some out of the freezer to thaw. And maybe some carrots on the side.
I’ve also got to pack lunches for the week. It never ends, does it?
No, it never ends. MMP has inspired me to start the laundry. Whites in the dryer. I think it should be the kids clothes next, then the rest of ours. Heck, I’m even going to change the sheets! After that, I need to work in grocery shopping. Maybe I’ll go nuts and fertilize my orchids!
Aack. COL (cat on lap) has momentarily slowed my domestic goddess efforts.
Apparently I am evil, mean, and not a good friend. Sigh. JDD’s brother called me about half an hour ago. He asked to “borrow” money so he could pay his termite bond and pay on a loan he took out at a finance company that he knew he wouldn’t be able to afford to pay back. You may recall he has (or maybe had) a live in boyfriend I have to referred to as “thing JDD’s brother lives with.” Well TJDDBLW has apparently gone to live with or visit (who knows!) his step-father in South Carolina. He took JDDB debit card with him and has drained the bank account. I told JDDB to cancel that card and get a new one three weeks ago. He didn’t. Now he has no money. I said no to lendin’ any money. JDD, JDD Partner, JDD sister and OYKW will lend him any more money either. We’ve all “lent” never to be seen again money to him before. So we’re all evil and mean. He’s a dumbass for letting TJDDBLW take the debit card with him to SC and for not cancellin’ out the card before now. Everybody has told him that. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! OK, rant over. Just had to get it out.
{{{DeathMistress}}} here’s hopin’ things look up for you soon.
I need ice cream. Or a beerverage. Or a beeverage float. Nah. That sounds ick.
Teh stoopit is rampant!
What goes on between you and your orchids is entirely your own business as long as it doesn’t violate any local, state or Federal laws. 
Make it with Coney Island Hard Root Beer; trust the aging Yankee on this one.
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OYKW is back in da cave. We’re both hongry so we shall go and partake of a gourmet experience at that paragon of fine dining known as Three Squares Diner. We ain’t nuttin’ but class, suave, and couth down heah! So off I go to put on presentable clothin’. Perhaps my best jeans.
Laterz!
So, swampy, could you lend me a coupla bucks? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really *REALLY *important!! No, really, I mean it! *PLEEEEEEEEASE???
- *<sad puppy dog eyes>
:D*
Just ordered a corner desk for FCD - he wants to set up a work station for himself in this room in the corner where the stereo lives. We’ll move the stereo and he’ll be all set. We can even run a cable from the router to the computer he plans to buy, so he doesn’t have to be wireless. We’re so techy!
While you have your wallet out, Mama Plant needs an operation. 
When I make the effort, mine enjoy dirty aquarium water, but I have yet to organize water changes with plant watering. :dubious:
Ooooh, yes. Good plan. I need to change filters today. Maybe I’ll combine efforts.
Ruble I’ve heard of Guinness floats, but for some reason hard root beer and I have yet to cross paths. I like the way you think.
Second load of laundry going. Life is a party!
We have achieved fine dinin’. We both had hamburger steak with mushroom gravy, no less, smashed N.O.T. and a sallit. I went with the bleu cheese dressin’ and OYKW went with the rest. We got the VIP treatment. Both of us got two packets of dressin’ and four packages of the fancy club crackers. Our waitress (wait person?) told us we look cute together.
MOOOOOOM sorry. OYKW is the only who can pull “sad puppy dawg eyes” on me. flytrap Mama Plant sure has a lot of operations. What else could they possibly yank out of her?