Unhappily up.
We have Grunt. I got it in college. I had Rabbit Tango and The Uninvited… stuck in my head all night. We need her other albums- top priority.
Off to wake Gnat.
Yeah, don’t ya love it??? 
taters, it’s a highly personal decision so don’t be swayed by anyone else.
It was 101 degrees murkin here yesterday. 101 DEGREES!! Not “feels like!” Actual temperature. Last time it was this hot, we were on fahr! :eek:
Congrats on the dee-vorce, kai!
Tupug
Taters, follow your heart. If you want to find a new pup now, do. If you want to wait, do. Neither is right or wrong except for you. Ignore anybody who tells you otherwise. Personally I wouldn’t take long to start looking; having a new critter to love helps me. Each finds their own niche; of course you’ll still love Cap’n. (Labs and lab mixes are awesome dogs. You have good taste. 
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Mmm. Chocolate and waffles. Too bad I don’t have the makings on hand.
I rode my horse (Bob) last night and when putting his stuff away, I saw a baby chipmunk running around looking for his mamma and sibs. The barn manager and I relocated him to the paddock where his family was last seen. Hope they were reunited.
Woke up with a headache today. I bet fries and mayo followed by chocolate would cure it.
Nothing against antique pulpits, per se, but not getting one was probably the prudent choice. Otherwise, you go schlep it in, and it’s sitting there while you decide whether it just needs a re-varnishing or if it needs to be stripped and refinished, when the recluse spiders start piling out of it.
In the ensuing panic, someone drags the infested thing back outside and not only breaks a piece off, they injure their back and put a big gouge in the door frame. While the organist is running around, stomping on spiders, she mis-judges and comes down hard on the minister’s foot, giving him a metatarsal fracture.
At the end of the day, you’ve got one sprained back, one broken foot, a battered door frame, a broken pulpit and three spider bites.
Why yes, I did help someone bring an antique radio into their house from the garage…
Bwahahahaha! Great story, gotti! (Hope you weren’t the one with the broken foot!)
I’m not exactly trying to lose weight, but I’ve been working out hard this spring, mostly trying to tighten muscles up a bit, go further faster, and dipping my toes in the waters of barefoot running after reading about it here. Today, when I stepped on the scale, I was under 130 for the first time ever in my adult life. I’ve been around 135 or so for years, and I’m perfectly happy with how I look at 135, but damn, it was exciting to see a 2 in the tens place!
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I’m being chased by Rebo!
BooFae appropriate/inappropriate appendages crossed for 'im indoors.
gotti that sounds like it could be an episode of The Vicar of Dibley.
So, yesterday we took OYKW’s vehicle to the Chevrolet place cause the check engine light was on. Anywho, sump’n about a heat sensor and radiator flush and (duh!) replacin’ the antifreeze and possibly sump’n else and two hundred fifty three bucks later it’s all fixed. He used twuck to get to work today, so when they called, he came by and got me and we rescued his SUV and had lunch. Excitatin’ times!
Pasta sallit with chicken for dindin tonight. It’s still waaaaaaay HAWT outside!
It does sound like The Vicar.
Eyes still crossed, baby mostly horrible today, fries and chocolate cure everything, right, peedin? Maybe I’ll insist on fries for dinner. Of course, I’ll have to make them.
Our housemate, Attacks Things Randomly Husband, is probably going to move out in the fall, not from hating us (yet) but because he’s training as a welder and may move to Alberta for a while if he can find a job there. We’re pondering various options. I do NOT want to move if we can help it. I like the house, the neighbourhood, the people, and not moving with small children. We’ll see.
I had a few fries with mayo for lunch (a Weight Watchers fish thing and cucumber salad) followed by a Fannie May Pixie (caramel and pecans covered with chocolate, aka a turtle) and life is sooooooo much better right now.
Peedin you took a Weight Watcher’s low calorie lunch and added fries, mayo and chawklit. If it weren’t for the gay thang, I’d be in love with you right now!
I was outside doin’ a couple of things and decided to check the pool re salt level etc and there was a message that said, “check cell + to reset”. 
So I got ye olde manual out and discovered that that means to check the super cell (a little plug in thingy on the control panel) for stuff like dust or salt build up. So I turned off the pool filter and did so. No ick stuff on it but I did clean it with a soft cloth as directed. I plugged it back in, turned the filter back on and pushed “+” and it said “check cell cleared” and everything’s doin’ what it’s supposed to do. I learnt me sump’n new! I learnt I should do this about once a month.
It keeps thunderin’ all around outside but so far no rain or tboomers close by. I wish it would. We need some rain and I lurves me a good tboomer!
I used to work with a guy who did mayo and ketchup together on his fries as a hangover headache cure. He claimed it worked good but I never got quite that drunk.
Did I mention I got a couple of job offers? Temp jobs, but they’ll cover my bills and that’s what’s important, right?
I’ve been having a lot of strange dreams. Last night I dreamed Weird Al was my college professor and apparently it was also Halloween, because I was browsing through a costume store during class break. There were a ton of Thundercats stuff and one of the guys came back to class dressed like Lion-o, with inflatable muscles. It was cool.
Yay for job offers ShinyCat! Weird Al dressed as a Thundercat would have been a nightmare.
That’s all I got for now. Still no tboomers. Boo!
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stolen from a facebook friend:
During a recent password audit , it was found that a blonde was using the following password: “MickeyMinniePlutoHueyLouieDeweyDonaldGoofySacramento” …When asked why she had such a long password, she said she was told that it had to be at least 8 characters long and include at least one capital.
I don’t know about hangover cures, but my mom used to mix mayo and ketchup and a little lemon juice to make salad dressing. She didn’t measure - she made it by color.
Day 2 of class and day 2 of commute from hell are now behind me. It was an aggravating day at the end - the instructions for the practical exercise were not particularly helpful - I was next to the last one done! DAMMIT! I had to restart three times. On the other hand, earlier in the day, I learned to do some really cool stuff, so that was good.
**FCD **and I talked about his desire to cruise and my opinion that a Caribbean cruise wasn’t doable in 2 weeks without passports. So we revisited our original vacation plans, and that’s kinda sorta what we’re going to do. We’ll spend the night of Jul 1 at my mom’s, since she’s in the northern part of MD. From there, we’ll drive to New England - probably New Bedford, MA. Two nights there before checking aboard the Nathaniel Bowditch on July 4 for the week of the Great Schooner Race! Cruise is over on July 10, giving us the nights of 10 and 11 July to go somewhere else before getting home the night of the 12th. Sounds like a plan!
Highs in July are mid-70s and lows in the upper 50s. I don’t think we’ll miss air conditioning!
I am covered in sand. Wet sand. On the plus side, there is no longer a spring in the yahd, and the house has water again.
The leaky line was a spur to the half pumphouse, so instead of splicing around the hole, I cut the line and capped it. After I finish the pumphouse demolition, I may reconnect the line and put a spigot in the yahd out there. Or not.
I live such an exciting life.
Just think though BBBobbio should you ever wake up one mornin’ with a burnin’ desire to put a spigot in the yahd you’ll be all set! 
Plans are afoot for a low country boil on Sattidy. Fine by me. I have the outdoor cooker and propane tank. Others can supply the shrimp, sausage, N.O.T., corn on the cob and if desired crabs. Oh and I happen to have crab boil on hand so there’s that. Like I told OYKW there’s six other people who want in on this so they can supply ingredients plus their own adult beverages of choice. Everybody can hang at the pool and there will be, of course, snack stuff. So, they can supply the stuff if’n the lcb is desired or not. Either way is fine by me.
That’s what’s shakin’ in swampland.