Obedience classes are something that I’m looking into when Nelson gets here sunny. I don’t want him to be one of THOSE asshole little dogs.
Yay for Shadow!
I’m like you with the pressure cooker swampy. My mom’s pressure canner blew once and, like you with the chikin, we were cleaning glass and tomatoes off everything in the kitchen.
Mooom, if your stuff is functional enough for a thrift shop, the DAV, SA and ARC thrift shops (in my neighborhood) will do home pickup. They send a couple of husky guys, a truck and a dolly and you don’t have to schlep a thing anywhere.
Irked most of the day. My boss has given my cow-orker and I a heads up that one of us will need to begin staying until four on Fridays. My cow-orker sometimes has childcare issues, so I’ll likely be the one most of the time. Groceries are bought and a cheesburger and tots from Sonic obtained for supper. In a bit, I shall head to the city for Karaoke with the Heathens.
My roommate is sick or injured and is in the hospital. Don’t know much more than that. Wish I could go see her. Don’t have much contact with her at the moment as her phone is running out.
We shall now retire to the boudoir to watch teevee until sleepy time. Tomorrow I get to help mow the back forty over to the church house so I needs my rest.
I had a pressure cooker when I was a single person and cooked with it quite often, without incident. I still have it around here somewhere, but Wifey is afraid of it, so it stays hidden. My first wife’s daughter did manage to blow it up once though. Not surprising, as she was somewhat “forgetful”.
I’ve got a couple of chickie boobs thawed out but I don’t know what to do with them except they’re going on the barbie 'cause it’s 87murikan and I don’t want to use the stove. Maybe I’ll make a salad to go with them and call it good. On the other hand we had a big lunch, so who knows.
Call Amazon. Complain bitterly about when it was supposed to be there. I have gotten everything from the delivery cost to the entire item refunded. I would ask for a different shipper at this point (actually - I’m just assuming Amazon. I don’t really know which one it is…).
{{{Midget}}} I hope you get more news on your roomie soon. It’s the pits not knowing what is going on.
Totally forgot to add the cherry on my sundae of a week. Drove one town over for 'Beamer to see a new counseling team, which is good thing. Got there and found out I had the appointment time wrong, so I drove over to a nearby park to kill time. As I pulled up I noticed smoke coming out from under the hood. I killed the engine and checked the dials - no oil pressure at all. I get out and walk around the car and there’s a steady stream of oil coming out from under the car and running into the gutter. Given the amount of oil that ended up in the street, I am hopeful that I stopped before I killed the engine.
I was supposed to take the kids down to California tomorrow to see my folks. Not looking likely at the moment. Stoopid Suburban.
I is hot! As in under the collar hot. As in steam coming from my ears hot. :mad:
Interim ass-chewing delivered & (well) received. Appropriate party will have ass chewed when they return to work in the morning for giving JR an inappropriate ass chewing this evening. I may put detail in a pit thread…iffn I feel like typing that much.
They are still better than our drivers. Even we refer to them as Amz-holes pretty much pronounced as its spelled. And when packages are 3 and sometimes 7 days late being delivered we call it A-M-Z-Hell.
Getting things together for the cathouse this weekend although this year its kinda going to the dogs.
The cat people invited a dog adoption group to join in.
I worked. It’s humad as Satan’s buttcrack. It wasn’t the crankshaft seal, it’s the camshaft seal. They don’t have the Very Special Volvo Tool to do it. Another shop does. And since I need to change the timing belt, it’s only cost $500 more than I thought.
Or an apartment complex dumpster area. AKA the Freecycle Zone.
Mooooom, for the 12 years that I lived in my last apartment, FedEx never did find me on the first try. The neighbors across the street would get packages from our complex on their front porch all of the damn time. Complaining to FE headquarters did no good.
Karaoke with the Heathens got postponed until next weekend, but not before I had already left. When I got there, none of my group was there, so I checked texts. I hung around long enough to sing one and have a Gerst Amber Ale - Yazoo Brewing Company . Tasty, it was, but not the same as the big fishbowls they serve at the German restaurant of the same name.
Tee hee; if you squint a bit it looks like a little old man. Bald, wrinkly, big-schnozzed little old man.
Up, [del]caffeinated[/del], heading out for the last long(ish) one before race.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 74 Amurrkin and cloudyish out with a predicted high of 92 and mostly N.O.S. with a stray chance of an afternoon tstorm as usual. The biggest plan right now is to assist with mowin’ over to the church house followed by some quality cee-mint pond time. Dindin shall be burgers and fries. That’s enough for one day I say.
Sari puppeh is teh keeeeeeeeyoooooooooooote! I know you can’t wait to get him. Or is it her? I forget.
OK, I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I suppose I should purtify up a bit as in shave so as not to look like a bum.
