ΔΣ, you can take out zombies with your choice of a a shotgun, a machete, or a flame thrower; ameoba’s are way too small for two of those. It’s hard to kill what you can’t see (w/o a microscope).
Swampy, don’t they rotate when you drive? :rolleyes:
I’ve just been informed that the latest movies should be ready, if at all possible, for 2½ hrs from now, pretty please. I hazn’t even started one of them. :mad:
Sigh. Why do I have such a big heart? The person with money woes I posted about is the same man I assisted Wednesday with gettin’ his deposit switched back from bank deposit to paycard deposit. I feared then it was too late for this pay period and I was right. The bank can’t help out. He has overdrafts and any money deposited into that account will go towards those. So, here I am huntin’ down places where he can get assistance with at least food.
Spidey if the dang tires would just move themselves from front to back or side to side or whatever it is one is supposed to do that’d be a big help, but, nooooooooooooo, they insist on somebody doin’ it for 'em. 
Something I don’t understand. Sting cheese comes in individually wrapped packages which are interconnected into belts just like automatic weapon ammunition. You would think that someone somewhere would have invented a string cheese gun that you could feed the belts of string cheese into and which would then fire string cheese. So I go to the interwebz fully expecting to get several million hits and nada. Words cannot convey my disappointment.
I had never thought of it before, either … and I find myself as disappointed as you must be. If you invent one, please let me know, because I would let you fire string cheese at me–provided I was allowed to eat it afterwards.
The cheese, not the gun, of course.
Home. Yay!
Daughter arrived this morning while I was making my lunch - she drove all night!!! :eek: I remember doing stoopit stuff like that when I was young. Now, I’m a firm believer in hotels for the night. Cozmo and Higgs were running amok when I left, and they were doing the same when I came home. Goofy dogs…
Daughter’s at her old school visiting her friends - no idea when she’ll get back. We’re going out to eat this evening, and I expect we’ll all crash early. The wedding she’s attending is at 4 tomorrow. And she’ll head back to Orlando some time on Sunday. We’ll get a little time to visit with her.
She did bring me 2 bottles of Sonny’s sweet BBQ sauce - I can pretend. In fact, I’ll be putting the leftover poke roast from yesterday into a slow cooker with the sauce - instant poke BBQ!! 
Still drizzly here. Traffic sucked. TGIF!!!
I remember once working all day, going home to pack, going to the movies, and then driving to Maine at midnight. The roads were gloriously clear, but I just don’t think I still have the stamina to do that, even if I napped instead of going to the movies. Something about nighttime means sleeping now. That’s almost sad. I guess we all have to grow up eventually.
And speaking of growing up, I’m going to go home after work and take a nap. One of those big ol’ inadvisable naps where you wake up after dark and don’t have the slightest idea what frickin’ day it is. Then I’ll go grocery shopping. 
**Drae **- she said she didn’t feel tired till she hit our county - by then, she was within 10 miles of the house, so it worked for her.
Took 3 hours off work this morning to sign documents for the title company in Idaho regarding the sale of my mother’s house. Yes, it took that long and it’s going to take longer to set up the estate bank account to deposit the eventual check into. But we only need the account when the check comes. I feel like I need a nap.
Congratz to gotti, yay for puppies, and hugs for anyone who needs one.
I got to the tire changin’ place at three forty-five and was outta there at four! Seriously. I walked in the door, the guy took my keys and fifteen minutes later I was history. Wow! So I went to the sto’ for that all important beer run and whilst there (the Harvey’s that’s really Food Kitty sto’) they had just fried chikin and had a deal for eight pieces for $3.99! So I bought chikin, a side of mac 'n cheese, some of their really good rolls, the beer, natch and came back to da cave and nuked some peas 'n carrots. Voila! Instant early dindin! I was gonna order pizza but this was so much better.
Also, I managed, through the use of some emergency funds, to get a hunner dollar gift card to Winn-Dixie (grocery sto’) for the guy I told y’all about earlier. I did this whilst drivin’ to the tire changin’ place. Go Me!
All in all, life is good for the moment.
Yay for FCD and Cozmo arrivin’ safe MOOOOOOM! She is so gonna crash at some point.
What state is this so I make sure not to go there?
Maybe a little. It’s time to worry when you think happiness is a soft bed and a warm bowl of soup, although hopefully not in that order.
Your first single can be a cover of Kaki King’s “Gouge Both Your Eyes Out (But Only Eat One).” By a remarkable coincidence, that was the song that was playing when I read your post.
I am enjoying some nummy chicken piccata with spinach. 
I’m enjoyin’ some May field Turtle Tracks Ice Cream. Yay for nummy foods!
ΔΣ, When ya’s wanna play wit your fud, sometimes ya’s gotta be a little creative first. Google “semi-automatic potato gun” & then just swap out for narrower PVC tubes. Granted, there may not be any already designed that let you crank the cheese thru, but with a little modification you could definitely do one that would make Drae full. 
Surely I’m not the only one looking at cheap takeout pizza for dinner? eyes Rosie’s chicken piccata with some envy
Oof. Anyone else wake up with a killer sore back and neck today? Mr. Chord had to all but take the meat tenderizer to my back to get me out of bed this morning, which is terrible because he’s the one with the spondyloarthritis, poor guy.
Draelin, thank you for the puppy story. Puppy stories make the world go 'round, and I will bask in it because it’s going to be a long and rather difficult weekend.
All the same, words cannot adequately describe the peace of mind that accompanies the fantabulous state of being about to walk out of the office on a Friday evening.
A languid, delightful, and ravenous-amoeba-free weekend to all!
- Quite The Dish, Apparently
Back from dining out - sadly, it was disappointing. The California rolls were mushy and the veggies just weren’t all that great. Oh well, we’s fed. Daughter is showering. I’ll be knitting soon. Good times.
swampy, for a crotchety old fart, you’re a nice guy. But don’t worry - your secret is safe with me.
I know MOOOOOOM, I didn’t add anything to my curmudgeon cred at all with this. Like I said earlier though, the man is a year younger than my father, and it’s like I’m doin’ it for my own dad. I gots me a real soft spot for folks of that generation. SHHHHHH… don’t tell.
Uh…Saturday morning I had a nightmare about traffic cones in the ocean, bobbing like shark fins. I posted a picture I made of it on Twitter, but it disappeared 
Where can one buy cranky pants? I have to work tomorrow.
Although Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) and I were both off today, a rarity. We went to the zoo and a new so-so restaurant named Newks.