& my grandmother… :mad: :mad: :mad:
We have a wind chill of 3°; yes I was out in it for a bit.
Was planning on coming home & making Irish Toast but ended up going to brunch with the group & had a donut burger & a nitro funnel cake. Twas nummy!
What other nationalities/religions can I allege to be to make Flytrap feel guilty? 
Horses are out in pasture basking in the sun. It’s a tropical 12 degrees. Kitty is on the couch in a sunbeam. Mushrooms are simmering, to be added to the meatballs. Sherlock episode 2 on tonight. All in all, a fairly relaxing Sunday.
Spidey, What makes you think he feels guilty?
It’s 33 Murikin here and we are now into the (semi) freezing rain. It’s slowly eroding the snow from yesterday. We don’t have to go anywhere today though, so that’s good.
Sahirrnee, is your friend taking blood pressure meds? Or diuretics? She should have someone who knows that stuff take a good long look at all her meds. After I had the pacemaker put in and my body was still adjusting to having blood actually moving through my veins again, I ended up in the ER on 2 separate occasions for low blood pressure and dehydration. We figured out that my meds were at fault both times. And both times I had symptoms similar to your friends experience.
We did go for a walk in the snow yesterday. We walked over to the bakery 2 blocks away and ate lunch. They have a little sit-down place and sell quiche and salads and stuff. Wifey had a piece of quiche and a salad, and coffee. I had a slice of their pizza (outrageously good crust) and a Thomas Kemper ginger ale. Then we split a fresh biscotti. There’s a very good reason why I have trouble losing weight.
Dinner last night was homemade zuppa tuscana. Tonight will be some kind of pasta with marinara. Thus endeth the food report from our home studios.
Y’all stay warm.
Howdy Y’all! We have deheathenated and had N.O.L. OYKW has assumed nap position. All is good.
Bumba she is 70 years old and is on no medications at all. She is very healthy overall. Somewhat overweight but no blood pressure, heart, or sugar issues. I just got off the phone with her, and the hospital is keeping her. She’s bored, hungry, and tired of being in bed. Her bed has an alarm, if she tries to get up the nurses coming running in to stop her.
I’m bored and hungry too.
I guess I should eat something besides crackers. It’s no wonder I feel like hell all the time.
We decided that a meal at Red Robin was in order. And since we’d had 10 items already, one of our orders was free. That’s always a nice bonus. We’s both stuffded and I shouldn’t have to worry about making supper. We can have leftover soup or forage for whatever.
**FCD **is watching football. I shall assume the afghaning position. Laundry is all done and stowed. Life is good.
Hittites fellate with great alacrity.
I am sorry.
I’ll tell the jokes more slowly.
Late blurf.
Due to holidaying co-irkers and sicky co-irkers, my 4-days-a-week has morphed into 1 day off in 13 days. Accordingly, I am doing not a whole lot but irk, do errands and snooze. Bah.
If anyone wants me, I shall be grumping in the corner. In the dark.
I’m gonna Hit[del]tite[/del] you…
…with a [del]fresh[/del] frozen mackeral!
My hero.
Blurf. Still feel like shit but less so than yesterday so there’s that.
Crocheting continues. **FCD **is watching football, so I am also, by default. Crazy people outside in the low teens to watch a game?? That’s nutso!
And the weekend winds down. Alas…
flytrap, If you’ve never met a Lithuanian, you obviously haven’t been to Chicago, South Bend or Cleveland. 
It was 17F when I got up this morning. I heathenated, had lunch with them and shopped a little after. Lunches/breakfasts are made for the week and I’m gonna play in the studio.
So my advice was worth just what you paid for it. Most of the time it is, but once in a while I’ll tell somebody something that helps, so I keep doing it. I know it’s annoying, but I’m at an age where I’m generally annoying anyway. Sorry.
Of course, you know that in the first year of Hittite School they teach you to keep a three-column ledger.
In the second year of Hittite School they teach you to keep two three-column ledgers.
You’re not annoying. You’re trying to share the wisdom of your years. A pox on those who don’t appreciate it! 
And tomorrow starts the first full work week I’ve had since Dec 12. I prefer short weeks. Luckily, I like my work, so I’ll deal. Because I’m a professional, dammit.
Hitties are a simple people, who love the Earth and nature.
They do not concern themselves with machines more complicated than a garotte or a Luger.
You weren’t annoying me, and nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you said something and I will pass it on to her even though it probably doesn’t apply, but you never know.
I’m sorry if I sounded grumpy which I am but certainly not at you. You (and everybody else in the MMP) haven’t done anything to make me grumpy.
My kid is making me grumpy because he is being lazy.
The dog is making me grumpy because he is playing his stupid games again and even though he is old and blind and deaf and I should have more patience I get very sick of his stupid mommy is trying to poison me game.
The cat is making me grumpy because he sits and stares at me and I have no idea what he wants and if I don’t give it to him he whacks me on the knee with his claws out and it hurts. When he is not doing that he is running in front of me and then stopping suddenly so I almost fall over him. He got cracked on the ass with a paper plate today for standing right next to his scratching post and clawing the couch.
Of course the kid is often lazy, and the dog is often stupid, and the cat is often annoying. Most of the time I roll with it, but I’m grumpy and they are plucking my nerves.
I shall go join OYKW in the boudoir to watch teevee until sleepy time. 'Tis cold out and it just seems like a good idea.
Nitey Nite Y’all!
this is the hunting joke the way I heard it
(and I actually found it online so I don’t have to type out the whole damn thing!)
A city slicker shoots a duck out in the country.
As he’s retrieving it, a farmer walks up and stops him, claiming that since the duck is on his farm, it technically belongs to him.
After minutes of arguing, the farmer proposes they settle the matter “country style.”
“What’s country style?” asks the city boy.
“Out here in the country,” the farmer says, “when two fellers have a dispute, one feller kicks the other one in the balls as hard as he can. Then that feller, why, he kicks the first one as hard as he can. And so forth. Last man standin’ wins the dispute.”
Warily the city boy agrees and prepares himself.
The farmer hauls off and kicks him in the groin with all his might.
The city boy falls to the ground in the most intense pain he’s ever felt, crying like a baby and rolling around on the ground.
Finally he staggers to his feet and says, “All right, now it’s my turn.”
The farmer says…
with a big grin on his face, “Forget it, you win. Keep the duck.”