Da cave is all defilthyfied. Da bear is tahrd. 'Tis dreary out and OYKW is still at irk. Mayhaps this means shower and nap time should be on the agenda.
MOOOOOOM since FCD has a chicken truck story, he needs a theme song to go along with the story. Fortunately, there exists such a song. I give you Chicken Truck. 
ETA: Feel better Nuts!
That’s very cool.
Wait one cotton picking minute, you are a Mumper? Or would that be Mumper Royalty? Next thing we know Ed Zotti is going to opine here about fart blossoms. Welcome 
Happy Sattiday all
Feeling humanish, got my sense of smell back but the first thing I smelled was the mulch thats odor is manureish, so good and bad.
Anyhoo I got nothing
Have a great day all
Jim
He was riding on I-295 around Jacksonville, FL - coming home from work, I think, and he was passing a truck loaded with cages full of chickens. Some of the chickens apparently figured out how the latches on the cages worked, because they were sitting in the spaces between the cages.
All of a sudden, one decided either to make a break for freedom or to end it all or something, and it shot out of the truck right past FCD’s face. :eek: Had he been going just a tad faster, he’d have been whomped upside the haid by the bird. Instead, he lived to tell the tale - after he passed the truck completely.
That’s the chicken truck story. swampy, I don’t want to know how you found that song…
More fencing is going up in the yard. I need to haul out the vacuum and do a job on the carpets, then I’m going to have a little studio time. After that, who knows??
No, sadly work demands (and my weekly side job of helping Cecil) has limited my ability to read and post on the SDMB. I’m still around; my weekly search on trans* topics brought me here.
Welcome anyway and feel free to pop in anytime **Unca Cecil **lets you off the chain.
Mooom back many years ago I had a job as a pest control tech and one of my clients was a chicken processor(I didn’t eat chicken for a long time, you don’t want to know ). There were always a few loose in the yard that would get rounded up in the course of the day. I would say to em’ “run, just make a break for it” sadly I never knew of any successful escapes. Stoopit chickens
Jim
I feel like I’ve been acknowledged by the Queen or something. 
My brain is still completely blown by the realization that Mr. P is now Ms. K, though. The group I hung around with in high school was pretty rebellious and open-minded–we failed to care about the interracial relationship one of our group was in while the rest of the school was all up in arms and we also failed to care that one of our guys was bi. Like I said, there’s a reason I live in the one city in NC that flies its freak flag high. My not caring fits in here.
FCM, maybe a pheremone collar would work for for the pup. You can purchase them at PetSmart.
Some of my friends have used them and they seem to work pretty well at calming their dogs down.
It’s been one hell of a week for me, again. Additionally, the Pentagon has decided to stick their heads in the sand for another two weeks, thus delaying our sequestration letters. This means the earliest it would start is the first part of May, and if we still have to do 22 days (very, very likely), it would translate to even more unpaid days per pay period. I wish they would just give us the damn letters already and get on with it.
Hubby is on vacation this coming week, the lucky dog. I will be slaving away at work.
That’s pretty much all the news that’s fit to print from my corner of the world. Hugs to those who need or want them. I know I haven’t been around much lately; work is just kicking my ass and I’ve just been too tired to keep up.
If you felt a disturbance in The Force, it’s because I just dusted… with Pledge, no less!!! :eek: I’m about to get the vacuum cleaner out - that should upset the delicate balance of the universe as we know it.
Welcome Una! Do drop by again. MOOOOOOM is even tidyin’ up the place.
Chicken Truck is a country classic. Well, as classy as country music can get.
MOOOOOOM you’re defilthyfyin’ FairyChatEstates and I’ve defilthyfied da cave. No doubt the universe shall soon fall in upon itself. :eek:
No nappy poo yet, but soon cause I want one. It’s cool and damp out and that’s just nap weather at it’s best. OYKW called and asked if I wanted him to bring me a burger. So sweet! I told him I’d already et me a ham ‘n cheese sammich but to go knock himself out so he said he would do just that cause he’s jonesin’ for a burger. He already knows dindin tonight is graze upon whatever’s in da fridge.
{{{Taters}}} just cause it sounds like you need a hug.
faints
We shall not discuss the state of my vacuum. I cleared a clog out of it last night. There was a dead mouse involved. For a minute I was seriously considering leaving it on the side of the road for some unsuspecting passerby.
I went to the spiffy new local Tractor Supply yestiday, and one of the products they had on very prominent display was a competing product to Chapstick called, I kid you not, ‘Chicken Poop’. In very fine letters on the front was the disclaimer, “Does not actually contain chicken poop”.
That stuff goes to the top of my list of antisocially named products, right above “Anti-Monkey Butt Powder”.
::Waves at** Una**::
Watching basketball. Procrastinating on getting to work stuff.
How can it be afternoon already?
**BBBobbio **- I saw the Chicken Poop when we stopped in there last week. Classy!
Not only did I vacuum, but I took the cannister in the yard and used the compressor to blow out the accumulated crud. Yay for non-cruddy vacuum cleaners! No dead critters in mine, as far as I could tell.
I need to run to the grocery store - I’m out of milk. So off I go.
Errands today, when I can get it in gear. Pick up a book at the library, hunt down a replacement pair of black sneakers, hit a store where I can get good ground beef at a terrific price (the sale price this week isn’t that spectacular, but I have enough reward points built up to knock about $9 off my total purchase, which makes for a great deal).
Problem is all these are scattered around and not nicely near each other. Between that and the local Crackerjack drivers (so named for where I think they got their licenses), I’m not terribly enthused about venturing forth, but it must be done. Also gotta deal with dishes, laundry, and trying to knock down the accumulation on the DVR.
Think the burger is going to wait a few days (which puts the rest of the errands clustered a bit better), since I discovered that if I hold off until the 27th, I get 3x the points on that transaction. I have a decent stock of ground beef on hand, so can afford to wait a few days to get an even better deal on that purchase.
well, that was a bust. I couldn’t even get into the building let alone see the apartment. The complex is old, like 1965 old, and kind of run down looking, but I’d been assured the inside had been completely updated. Well, there was no curb cut, but I’d have figured a way to deal. There were three steps up to the landing to the door, not too steep, so I would have managed. But there was another step just to get in to the building, and nothing to grab onto. I could not get inside! :mad: grrr.
irk irk irk
that is all I am doing
every time I try to post something the phone rings
Rosie that just sucks! :mad: Oh well, there’s a place you’re much more interested in seein’ comin’ up so maybe that’s meant to be the one.
OYKW has gone to swipe the general’s dindin. He mentioned it, I said “YUM!”, so I called and ordered and he’s gone to pick it up. The easy way to cook!
BBBobbio, I need some Chicken Poop lip balm to go with my Cat Crap anti-fog lens cleaner.
I’m evidently getting out of town in the nick of time. We’re under a winter storm watch.