Mooomm Yay for office space!
Rain today, high of 62. Sunny and 80 degrees by this weekend.
Bread was moldy this morning, which cut into my breakfast plans. Oh well, that’s why we have cereal. Just have to go shopping soon, or we’ll be down to Spam and crackers.
BLURF I am leaving early today as I have about had all I can take of this place.
I’ve been awake for seven hours, and I’m still blurfy. 
Take me with you, Butters!!!
Blurf!
I’m heading to a fundraiser for a local animal shelter this evening. It’s an art show a few blocks from my apartment, so I won’t have to drive into the city. 
Howdy Y’all! A very dreary, rainy, icky Thursday has been survived. Tomorrow is irk from home day which is OK by me especially bein’ as tomorrow is supposed to be like today weather wise. Rotisserie chikin , cheesey broccoli rice, peas ‘n carrots, and bake ‘n serve rolls for dindin. I got the chikin from the sto’ lest y’all think I was acutally goin’ to rotiss a chikin.
MOOOOOOM yay for orifice space!
Sneaking off in a bit to go visit DH. His room has a multi-million dollar view of the Pacific Ocean, Golden Gate and downtown SF. Hopefully that doesn’t imply a multi-million dollar bill.
With that vista comes sacrifice. I’m bringing him a care package of salt and pepper. The dietary service has an amazing range but numb taste buds. For dinner tonight, I’ll probably wind up getting him something from the taqueria or Panda Express in the food court. Or maybe sushi from the cafeteria. The hospital complex is crazy busy and they used some sort of origami to fold what would elsewhere be a square mile campus into not quite enough spacetucked into the side of a small mountain.
Anywhere else, it would be a cliff, but in San Francisco, they build a parking garage, then put a medical office building on top. It’s not readily apparent, but there’s an 8-level difference in elevation between the “Irving St” caption at the bottom entrance of the parking garage and the garage’s top level entrance across from the horseshoe driveway at the main hospital building. Bring rope and pitons or a mountain goat…
An early dindin has been et. We was hongree and it didn’t take long to pull it all together. Now we are all snug in da cave for the night. ‘Tis pourin’ rain out so a good night to be indoors.
gotti dang! That does look like a small space. Hope DH is doin’ well and that the treatment is workin’ for him.
Doc says I’m doing well - she wants me back in 6 months for a full physical. **FCD **just woke up from a short nap. Higgs has been fed, but we’ll just grab whatever if we get hungry.
I cleaned the critters’ water fountain - it was gross! I’ve changed it from a 4-week to a 3-week cleaning cycle. It’s not a hard chore, but it is messy. However, it’s done for now. Yay! 
It’s only six fifteen in the p of m as I post but I am goin’ to enter the boudoir and snuggle down under the covers. Da bear feels ick. Stoopid sinuses!
I worked, now I’m watching hockey. Dinner with be chicken pasta, tomatoes, and olives with basil and thyme.
Movin’ on up! 
I just realized that I’ve been here, quietly reading the MMP, wondering whether I could join in - didn’t want to butt in, because I’m the new kid. For 7 flipping years!
So fine. I don’t have a wallet. (Well, maybe somewhere. But I don’t carry one.) My husband and I share a money clip with the important cards, because that’s just how it has worked out. We only keep one debit card for our joint checking, plus a credit card for daily stuff and one for emergencies. If we’re both out and about separately, I grab one spendy card, my ID, and insurance cards for myself and the kids with me, shove those in my pocket or purse, and leave him with the rest. If he’s home and I’m out grabbing groceries, I just carry the whole thing, and vice versa. I guess the only weird thing on the clip is the dog’s police ID. (And because I’m contrary in proving a point sometimes? I have, in fact, presented both the husband’s ID and the dog’s, when buying age restricted items like beer. It’s really kind of funny and alarming, the number of clerks who don’t actually look.)
Also mundane: everything in my garden is alive, more than a month after I started planting. Things are blooming and stuff. I feel like I’m living in some odd parallel universe. As a result, I’m having delusions of adequacy, and dreaming of the camellias and susanquas and stuff that I’m gonna plant. I should probably slow down.
That…
I don’t…
Freudian…
Oye.
I’m not so much worried about being the new kid, just that I don’t have anything interesting to add. I’ll often write out a post, decide it’s not good enough, and delete it.
When we met up that day I did tell you to stay the hell off my lawn on your way through PA, right? 
I would type more but I just found out I get to be one of two officials at a same sex wedding this weekend — me and the OW. Don’t know about her but I just want to go
SQUEEEEEE!!!
Thanks for finally speaking up!
On the other had, after all I’ve spent verses what has survived, I am the proud owner of a $20 sprig of parsley.:smack:
Two pieces of bacon every morning is likely to make your heart go BOOM!
Bring the Mini14 to Mooommm’s party. She’s got a big back yard & doesn’t want us throwing hatchets at [del]flytrap[/del] the trees. I’m sure she won’t mind. 
Clearly, you don’t read what’s posted in here; by definition ½ of it is nothing interesting.
Official what?
How did that come to pass?
You can’t have a shotgun wedding, unless you have somebody holding a shotgun.
Exactly one plant has survived. And it’s weak and sickly.