Whaddya mean, it's December in the MMP?!?

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I am so sorry for your little dog, they take a big piece of your heart with them.

Today Mom expressed a desire for cottage cheese, so there now is a pot of milk ripening on a back burner. It felt very odd to only use half a gallon of milk.

On Monday I mailed a thing to Boo with a delivery date of yesterday. According to tracking, it went from here to Phx, then to Los Angeles and is currently in Carson, CA.

ARGH!!!

FCM, I am so sorry everything is getting dumped on you like this. I really hope you will be able to take that cruise, you really deserve some you time.

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I think she got it at Woodman’s in Green Bay. This isn’t the exact same thing she got me, but it’s similar.

https://www.totalwine.com/beer/variety-packs-gift-sets/variety-packs/brewers-collective-24-beers-of-cheer/p/335884123

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Thank you!

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Excellent question, with no obvious answer. Without a job, he can’t afford much in the way of rent, utilities, groceries, and whatever. And from what FCD was telling me about his recent Dr visit, he may well be a candidate for a nursing home, too. Except none of them can afford it. And none have long-term care insurance. So I don’t know… just don’t know.

Dish towels? Set of baskets or similar container thingies? Something you might find useful yourself, since you could end up with what you buy?? Or candy works, too. :wink:

Cruise? Not on my agenda. We’re taking 2 days in Ocean City next weekend, but that’s it. I want a cruise, but my bank account says NOPE! Not now! Especially after the truck sucked $1200 out of VISA.

FCD had to go to the apartment again when I was out getting Roxy. He didn’t say what was up, but for him to go there, it has to be a biggie. Will MIL ever realize that she can’t do it? She just can’t. And FCD is starting to get to the end of his rope - he’s constantly exhausted. The woman is killing the only son she can rely on. < deep cleansing breath >

Part of me wishes we’d just left them in FL…

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Howdy Y’all! We went mattress (that word never looks like it’s spelled right) and settled on a Simmons Beauty Rest mattress. It should be here sometime within the next ten days. If it makes it in the next two weeks though, it’s all good. gotti thanks for the offer. The mattress we bought is firm and we both like a firm mattress. MetalMouse would you like a full report when we “break in” the new mattress? :stuck_out_tongue: So, we got that done and then headed over to the church house cause I needed to take care of candle duty. Then we made the executive decision to go to the hog trough Golden Corral for N.O.L., so no majik intartoobz pizza tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Lily shall be thy mumper nick from henceforth. So mote it be! Are curse evaluations based on frequency or originality?

GodBod hang in there. Like others have said, skool is not forever and then you can do you. Feel free to vent about it, however. That is one of the services we offer in the MMP.

BooFae yay for the good news on Ophelia. Hope the antibiotics make her all better soonest. Do y’all get to lie down on mattresses to test 'em? We did. Matter of fact we were told to feel free to do so.

red you are such a mean mom! Nelson needed those toys, I am sure.

shoe a buncha different kinds of candies would make a fun gift. Personally I would love to get sump’n like that.

MOOOOOOM and doggio quit peekin’ on me in the shower! THE NERVE!!!

gotti maybe your package got a guest appearance on Jersey Shores or Housewives of New Jersey.

Pulley a place to bitch is another service offered by the MMP. Glad you found a good mechanic like that. Those are few and far between these days. Hope doggie is feelin’ better soonest, poor little fella!

FlyBoy should have told the missus to wait on the haircut until you get back from havin’ the axe sharpened.

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Dogkin has gone, and it’s very quiet here except for the humming of the dryer as it tosses sheets around. I should haul myself to the gym once I get the laundry folded.

Long-term care insurance is, IMHO, not worth it. It’s very expensive and doesn’t cover much of the cost of nursing home care. I don’t think anyone can afford nursing home care for long. That’s why most people go on Medicaid. I can absolutely understand about wishing you’d left the lot of 'em in Florida, but then FCD would be down there almost constantly.

Oh, that’s rough. Gentle scritches to him and hugs to you. You’re due for some good news to balance out everything else.

Gee, don’t you think scissors would be safer?

I should send myself to Boo. I have family in LA and could use some sunshine.

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Hope not. It was a sorta PG-13 thing.

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Afternoon all. Soccer is finished for the day, but still catching up with the newspaper puzzles and crosswords, so swimmin’ may be postponed until tomorrow. Getting cloudy outside and rain is due late tonight, so another good reason for sloth.

Pulley (I kinda like that better than yank/yankers), insurance usually means lots of paperwork, especially when it’s a choice between expensive repairs or scrapping the vehicle; hope they get it worked out; a least you found a good mechanic for whatever vehicle you end up driving…And virtual scritches to the pooch.

FCM, I really hope something works out soon; I don;t think you want any roommates at this stage of your life.

Flyboy, Wifey sounds like a keeper…

gotti (and others), I must be lucky, most of my packages show up when they are supposed to without excess trips. (Of course I have now jinxed myself and my next shipment will end up in Bahrain or somewhere…). Hope it’s warming up (59F in N. Ali-bama).

nellie, so you had such a good time with Dogkin, thinking about getting one of your own?

boo fae, happy that Ophelia apparently has much life left to her, take care now and some extra scritches would be good medicine.

Me heart couldn’t take it, so keep it private… :wink: :smiley: :smiley:

OK, need to return to doing nothing in particular. Everyone take care.

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Murphy’s Law, of course, dictates that if you get candy, it’ll somehow go to a diabetic. :slight_smile:

In that situation, I’d go with a gift card so the recipient can choose something he/she can use or would enjoy, and not get stuck with a white elephant. Also, the gift card, unlike a lottery ticket, has definite worth. :slight_smile:

I’m rather tired and low on appetite myself. Good thing we didn’t really plan to do much this weekend (weather guessers are calling rain for the next three days).

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Boo would love to be in California, especially Northern California. Went to a conference in Half Moon Bay years ago, which is supposedly gorgeous, but never got to leave the conference center hotel. Still don’t know what California looks like.

Let’s arrange it so both of us are there at the same time. Maybe we can bunk on flyboys catio.

The gift card is a good idea~how about to Texas Roadhouse? Good value for the money and it’s not barbecue or pizza! I checked, the website lists a Texas Roadhouse in Muskegon. That’s a good Midwestern choice, meat, rolls and potatoes and more meat.

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Boo vs. The Christmas Tree, third and final round. Boo won but it was close.

(Round 2 1/2 was yesterday and unannounced. Had to drive all the way across town to Lowes for new strings of lights. Could not force myself to go back to Walmart. Of course the lights the website said they had weren’t really in stock but found other LED lights that were fine and cheaper than identical ones at Walmart-so, there!)

Combined that shopping with the liquor store. Got myself a bottle of sort of fancy (at least it wasn’t the cheapest stuff on the bottom shelf) dark rum that the clerk said would be good for making hot toddies and other winter drinks. It was aged in barrels that originally had sazerac rye aged in them and it has a lot of flavor. The kind clerk gave me a healthy slug of it to taste before I decided. It was the happy medium between bottom shelf jugs and Mount Gay. Just for fun I bought myself three little nips from a basket by the cash register-2 old fashioneds and a Manhattan so some night when I’m reading MMP and one of you mentions your old fashioned or Manhattan I can sidle out to my kitchen and join you-sorta like we were giving drinks together. I promise to put it in a glass and not just drink it out of the bottle as if I was in a 7-11 parking lot knocking back Fireballs.

Just sat down to catch my breath. Finally got the lights on the damn Christmas tree and lit. Had to unstring them and then restring from the other end. Several times I wanted to cry and/or open the back door and throw the whole damn mess out in the back yard. I hate hate hate sh*t like stringing lights that is hard to figure out if you have a brain injury-then those thoughts make me want to cry and say: “[unprintable]!”

Probably made worse because you can’t have oxygen tubing trailing you every which way getting tangled up with the strings of lights so I was sucking for air the whole time.

Roomie came home and helped with the last bit-stringing hand-me-down drapes on the rod so they will be gathered on either side and give me a little nighttime privacy from the street. The old ones were a lost cause-hundreds of kitty holes, snags and pulls. Just pitched those in the kitchen trash. Daughter gave me a pair of heavy light-blocking drapes which won’t look so wrong-side-of-the-tracks. My drapes were light grey-the ‘new’ ones are a deep garnet. Doesn’t match anything but who cares-the price was right. Reuse and recycle, right?

Have the tree lights on a timer so hopefully they will take care of themselves. On a 4pm, off at 8am. I can see the tree from my loveseat spot in the dining room. It looks pretty good. No ornaments, just white lights. Just lights took me four days-ornaments are a bridge waaaaay too far for this bonked brain. We’ll see if the cats allow the tree to stand.

The neighbors won’t know what to think-my first visible Christmas decorations ever! Well, except for a front door wreath.

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I’m glad that the diagnosis for Ophelia wasn’t dire BooFae.

JtC, among other places, Aldi has beer Advent calendars. One of my friends has gone for one every year since the inception. They also do sausage / cheese, chocolate and my grocery trip this afternoon revealed a ladies’ socke / undies one. :open_mouth:

em, I will put up Do they Know It’s Christmas? against your pick any day of the week as the worst holiday song evah! :stuck_out_tongue:

yank, you were smart to get checked out. Gentle cuddles to your little doggy.

swampy, Nelson got his toybox back and we played ~20 rounds of fetch this afternoon with a couple of them. I’m not that mean. :slight_smile:

shoe, count me in the gift card camp. I don’t know what the limit is, but a card from a coffee shop or DQ for a sweet treat generally is well liked.

Bought groceries, filled the gas tank, walked Nelson and took him with me when I picked up soup and an aig roll from the cheap Chinese place down the street. The guy who came in behind me was parked beside me and had a little dog waiting for him too. :slight_smile:

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Boo knockin’ back Fireballs in a 7-11 parkin’ lot sounds like it would be a fun Mumpfest. Glad you won the battle with the lights.

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I miss the dogkins. You would, too, if you saw how sweet and funny she is. Her person said I could take her for walks any time (the dog, not the person), but walks are not when she’s at her best. Maybe I could borrow her to come and play hide-the-toy and fetch.

Hmmm…no. Much as I loved having her, I think my dog days are over. (Heh.) Since I can’t drive, getting a pet to the vet’s would be difficult. If I could drive and owned a home with a fenced-in yard, I’d seriously consider it. I do love dogs, and they’re such good company.

Despite his screen name, flyboy doesn’t live in LA. He lives waaaay north of me here in the Evergreen State. But there’s a 7-Eleven not far from my cousin’s house. We could go knock back Fireballs there. Congrats on besting the Christmas tree. You’ve earned a noggin or two of rum.

I’ll second that. I’d say John Lennon’s “And So This is Christmas” is worse than McCartney’s “Wonderful Christmas Time”: the lyrics are OK, but the melody is like a funeral dirge. He sounds so depressed.

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Tonight’s beer from the Advent calendar: 86/94 White Grape IPA, a collab beer from Mob Craft. 6.5% ABV. Easy drinking, refreshing, clean finish. Not overly hoppy, notes of grapefruit. Nice example of the hazy IPA style. You might like this even if you aren’t a fan of IPA’s.

This beer is unpasteurized so it needs be kept cold.

22 more beers to go and I’m looking forward to every one of them. I’m kinda like a kid in a candy shop, wondering what the next surprise will be :slight_smile:

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Up, caffeinated, and sheveled Off to heave. Did salmon with Ruth Ann’s Muskego Ave seasoning, rice with garlic and parsley, and lemon pepper broccoli. And a Negroni, since I’m on a gin kick this Peak Season.

{{{{hugs}}}} ans < skritches >

You say this like it is a bad thing. :thinking:

Yeah, when I got to one of the local bottle shops, I usually spend the GDP of Albania.

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After much cussage, I figured out how to make butterfly wings for my finger puppets. I had hoped to make another jellyfish today, but I ran out of time and steam. Maybe I’ll work on one while manning the table tomorrow. I’ll be selling my stuff plus all the donated stuff - I hope someone priced it all. But I’ll be there early enough to do what has to be done.

Latest inlaw saga was FIL losing his wallet and accusing MIL and BIL of stealing from him. FCD found his wallet on the floor next to his night stand. Then he got his dad to go to bed, knowing when he woke, he’d forget all of it and be back to his old self. When my sweetie got home, we went to Salsa’s for supper. He’s planning to veg at home tomorrow - hope he can.

And it’s now past 9:30. I’ve been up since before 5, so I’m about to head back. I’s tahred…

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Turkey, etc. leftovers for dinner. Goo thinks I’m an awesome cook/cat dad.

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Holy hell, tonight was what you call a “rough close.” We close at 1 a.m. right? HA! ‘Tis to dream. I handed the last order out at 1-friggin’-twenty in the a to the m.

My manager, bless her heart, was still taking orders at quarter till 1 when we still had a half hour wait time.
I was like, “Honey chil’ what is you doin’? You tryin’ to kill us?”
How can you tell people we close in fifteen minutes and, oh, that’ll be half at hour till it’s ready?!

We didn’t get OUT of there till nearly 2:30 and the phone was still ringing. (We have an answering service after hours letting people know we’re closed. Sometimes, the same number will ring multiple times in a row, as if not quite believing - or simply not listening to - our message.

Chilly as it was at the window, by the time we were all done I was pretty sweaty, so I took a long shower and washed my hair. Plus - late as it is and tired as I am - I had to have clean sheets.

I hate making the bed, but I forced myself, knowing Future Shoe is gonna be unbelievably grateful. Besides, I had to wind down a bit.

Still, I think it’s gonna be a “cereal for dinner” meal. I don’t know if I even have the wherewithal to nuke a cup of Easy Mac at this point.

Maybe. I am bloody hungry.

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Out of sheer curiosity and not because I’m a drunk, what’s the label?

I … how does that work? You can just taste-test whatevs?

Man, liquor laws are WAY different in your neck of the woods than down in the Bible Belt, jeebus.

No, no. Your new-to-you drapes contrast with your existing stuff; they add coordinating color!

I am SO glad you persevered. Pretty lights are so magical, aren’t they? Enjoy, enjoy.

A few of us might be huddled in a circle in a far corner of the lot, coughing amd furtively passing something around.

There’s at least one well-known service where, basically, you can sign up to get paid to walk and play with other people’s dogs. (Like, if they’re stuck in an office all day.) Maybe thay could be a happy compromise?

No kidding. I love all things Beatles, but … lighten up a bit, man. Drink some damn eggnog or something.

I feel bad, just as I got out of the shower Monkey was pawing at the door. I pulled it shut so he wouldn’t let out all the warm air and caught the end of his little monkey paw in the door. He let out one mild yowl and wasn’t limping or anything, but I still apologized profusely and gave him some of the extra-good gooshy-food as consolation.

He’s purring on my freshly-made bed as I type this, so I guess we’re still friends.

Okay, it’s nearly 4 am so imma finish this cereal, move my stuff into the dryer (I can hear it’s on spin cycle right now) and go the hell to bed.

Shoot, some of y’all are probably starting your days. Thus endeth mine.