Glad to see my fellow PNW’s survived the storm! Holy moly1. Last night, I thought a jet was flying low over the building, only it didn’t seem to be moving. The roar was so loud, I didn’t hear my phone ring. It was a cloudburst, but with high winds, so it was nearly horizontal. I always feel sorry for those whose occupations force them out into such weather. On my walk today, I saw big tree branches scattered about. Tom Rush’s “Wasn’t That a Mighty Storm” is going through my head.
taters, glad your power wasn’t out for long. I hope your friend’s neighborhood has power back by now.
The maintenance guy said the neighbors had moved out, but I heard commotion and saw her kids were maneuvering a loooong sofa out of there. (Pivot! Pivot!) So maybe she’s out now.
I was brushing my teeth this morning when I heard a weird, creaky sound. It was in the bathroom, but I couldn’t figure out what was making that noise. I was trying not to think of that case in New York where bad guys came through a woman’s medicine cabinet, when CRASH! The creaking was the Command stickums giving way, and a picture falling to the floor. The frame was already on its way to frame heaven. (Where the guy whose photo is in all those frames spends the afterlife.) The picture is one my daughter drew when she was little and that I think looks like a Gramma Granddaughter Moses. It wasn’t damaged.
swampy, we walked all over the place in my youth, too. It meant freedom. My sister says there was a kids’ world, and parents pretty much kept out. Kids today have parents who are too afraid to let them wander unsupervised. I blame all those milk cartons. I read about people who called 911 because kids were walking unsupervised from a playground to their home. They were 10 and 12, I think. The neighbors thought that was awfully irresponsible of their parents. Anyway, there’s no separate kids’ world now. It’s sad.
MetalMouse, do you have a set pattern for dinners, like Jersey Mike’s on Mondays, mac and cheese on Tuesdays, or are you all impromptu? Just curious.
Happy Doperversary, nut!
She sounds like a pyromanicat.
I’m loving those funny maps!
If it helps, when I was going to the infusion center to get my shots, I heard them ask that of 40-somethings, too. I only had to answer yes the time I fell because I wasn’t looking where I was going and opened part of the incision from the TKR I’d had 3 weeks before. I should get a permanent klutz exemption.
BooFae, I had to look up gammon. Once again, I learned something new from you. 
And I misread your comment as you reading the thread title as “What’s your Favorite Ice Cream Clown.”
If I find myself in a meeting, I’ll know I’m in The Bad Place, especially if it’s an endless PowerPoint that someone insists on reading aloud verrry slowwwly.
Taters, I hope the storm treats you gently. Stay away from windows!