Good! Good!
How many Lithuanians does it take to change a light bulb?
It doesn’t matter, they are too stupid even in numbers.
heh heh.
I also do bar mitzvahs and children’s parties.
Try the waitress, and tip the veal!
Is that beginner-level cow tipping? 
No, it is beginner level trying the waitress.
Oye.
Where is Rosie when you need her?
Oye gevlat!
Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) borrowed my key to her car so that she could start it and warm it up before she goes to work at midnight at the Dark Satanic Mill.
It has a security alarm button, just like her key.
All this time I could have pissed her off at touch of a switch?
dammit
I’m a Lithuanian Jew. :mad: :mad:
It’s TEN DEGREES out at the moment. To save you the hassle of doing the math, that’s TWENTY-TWO DEGREES BELOW FREEZING!!! We’re not supposed to get out of the mid-20s today. At least the driveway is clear, so there’s that. And **FCD **saw a plow truck go by again last night, which probably means there’s barrier at the end of our drive. Oh well…
I cut the last of the bread I made yesterday into thick slabs. Shortly, I will whip up eggs and milk and soak the bread slabs. When **FCD **wakes, we’ll have French Toast. I have to do laundry today, and we may or may not go see LaLaLand. If I knew it’d be showing next week, I’d suggest waiting, but in the boonies here, some movies don’t stay longer than a week. That’s how I missed Florence Foster Jenkins. Dammit.
Anyway, we shall see what the day brings. Happy Sunday! Sickies, feel better, coldies stay warm!
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 24 Amurrkin out (feels like 17 accordin’ to TWPTB) and clear with a predicted high of 46 and N.O.S. for the day. I have been productive this mornin’. I seared the hunk o’ beast and have it in the slow cooker. It should have a nice gravy when it’s done. Baby lima beans, steamed baby carrots, baked sweet N.O.T. and cornbread will be made when we get back from deheathenization. It’ll be like Sunday N.O.L. at granny’s! 
{{{Butters}}} hope the meds help.
Now I need more caffeine and rumbly tummy wants sustenance. Then I should purtify for deheathenization I suppose.
Happy Sunday Y’all!
It’s 9 American degrees here in the high country. (-13 International degrees.)
It is cold.
It is very cold.
I am staying inside with a fluffy cat on my lap.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. It’s 16 degrees outside. But I’ll be in a nice, warm hockey arena tonight.
It’s FOUR degrees in no. Illinois. The cat is sleeping on the heat register. Off to Wally World then the barn. Visiting with a friend this afternoon. Swedish meatballs for dinner.
Happy Sunday!
It’s friggin’ cold outside. It’s a very N.O.S. 13 degrees out there. We didn’t get any snow yesterday.
The temps are supposed to go up into the 50s on Wednesday, so we’ll schedule grocery shopping for then.
Sah-son got an email from one of his professors about an orientation on Moonday. He doesn’t want to go, I’d have to take off irk, and it’s going to awfully cold outside for me to be sitting in the truck waiting for him. It’s up to him but we probably aren’t going.
I thanked the friend who sent me the toaster oven and I was wrong. It’s not the same as the one I have, this one is bigger so I am keeping it. I’ll keep the old one as a spare, or if I ever get around to actually using my office upstairs I’ll take it up there.
My friend (not the one who sent me the toaster oven, the one who had the warrant out for her arrest and the van crash through her front yard) is in the hospital, again. She is ready to come home, but I hope they keep her and really find out what is wrong with her. She has these ‘spells’ where she starts to feel sick but she can barely get up, the room starts spinning and she can’t walk without staggering and falling. She ends up on the floor and can’t even lift her head. This is the third time her grandson has called 911. The EMTs have to come in and pick her up because she can’t get up on her own. She is always better within 24 hours. The hospital runs a bunch of tests and can’t find anything wrong, sends her home, and she is fine for a few weeks or months until it happens again.
My now deceased ex-bf Wayne was half Lithuanian. His mother was Irish and used to tell a lot of Polish jokes. Then she’d look at me and apologize if she offended me. I’d always say I’m not Polish, I’m Czechoslovakian and she’d say close enough. I loved her a lot. She’s the one who introduced me to sour beef and dumplings, Yum!
I hope you are feeling better today Butters. You too Nettie.
I still have the grumpies.
…and the Chinese guy says, “Oh yeah? What did you eat?”
Sold some more music yesterday, to Saratoga, California.
Applied for work with an agency last week. Still looking for a day job - though my music sales are excellent, they’re still not enough to live on.
French toast has been ingested. I put some almond extract and cinnamon into the egg/milk mixture - very yum!
The first of 3 loads of laundry is in the washer. We’ve got a fire going in the basement - I think having it warm down there will help keep it warm up here. I could be wrong, but it makes sense to me. We shall see.
The sun is shining and our driveway is very icy. I’m thinking we’re not going anywhere today. Leaving tomorrow could be interesting - we’re promised single digit cold overnight. And nowhere near freezing today. Not amused. Not in the least.
Well, I do have a good friend near Fayetteville after all. 
I got called out at Holy School (what I lovingly call me Seminary courses) for always telling Pollock jokes. One of the Pastors/instructors said “It’s better to use something like Hittites so you don’t offend anyone. Even though we’re Lutherans you never know who turned when they got married or what their background is”. So I offer two other hunting jokes for you…
There were these two Hittites named Stash and Joe who went hunting. Stash accidentally shot Joe and rushed him to the hospital. Joe would have probably made it too if Stash hadn’t field-dressed him first.
So Stash the Hittite had to go hunting alone and he got lost. Just like he had always heard he should do, he fired one shot in the air every hour until the rescue party located him. Lucky they found him when they did ---- he only had one arrow left.
And so the fishermen don’t feel left out -------- Stash met a couple other Hittites one surprisingly also being named Joe and the other Dawid and the three went ice fishing together in a pick-up truck. Stash drilled a hole beside the drivers door and fished through it and Dawid drilled a hole through on the passengers side and fished through that. That left Joe sitting out in the open in back fishing through a hole he drilled just off the back bumper. The ice couldn’t handle the weight with three holes and started to crack. Stash and Dawid opened their doors and ran to opposite sides and watched in horror as the truck, with Joe still sitting in the open back, plunged through the ice into the lake. After several minutes Joe finally bobbed to the surface and they pulled him out. Both asked him why he didn’t get out and run away when he saw them doing so and Joe replied “I tried but the tailgate got stuck”.
Or the Amish version ---- how many Mennonites does it take to change a lightbulb?
I doesn’t matter because they will surely burn in Hell.
Why don’t Mennonite kids take driver training and sex education in the same semester?
It’s too hard on the mule.
Did you hear about the Mennonite who tried chicken farming? They all died. He narrowed it down to he either planted them too deep or too close together.
Thank thee and be sure to try the scrapple. And remember if thee rush through Intercourse ye may just end up in Blue Ball.
Our high today should be 11. People will be getting drunk with no shirts on and then heading into the football game. And people think I’m strange. Go figure. :smack:
Help control the pet population ---- eat at a Chinese buffet at least once a month.
Last load in the washer. **FCD **is futzing with something in his shop. When the laundry is done, I think I’ll assume the Netflix position with my crocheting.
The sun is very bright, but I can’t tell if it’s melting the ice on the driveway. Chances are, it’ll be slick in the morning. Just gotta back out slowly and hope the road isn’t icy. But that’s for tomorrow. Chillage for today.
Making bacon and French Toast for brunch.
It’ll be 12 in Green Bay at kickoff. Plenty of shirtless drunks there.
GO PACKERS!
Hittites!
This is great!