**Ashes[sup]2[/sup] I did not send nasty stuff to your side. I sent it to the northeast and Canada, so Lissla can have some. It’s only fair, cause Puggy and Shibb sent it to me. So blame them. If they woulda kept it in Flahrdee it wouldn’t be just wanderin’ around all over the place. So There!
Lissla I wanna know the song about burning down the white house. You know I like anything that has anything to do with stuff going: fwoooooosh Shibb you left out the part about how after the guys signed that thing and spilled cheezwhiz and beer all over it they went out bar hoppin’ and ended up putting a big crack in the town bell, then tried to make tea in the harbor. It was a wild night.
No, the cracked bell happened at PacBell stadium when they tried to pack one too many bells in. The tea thing was done in Lipton Harbor, near Massachusetts. Lipton Harbor is of course named after Peggy Lipton of the Mod Squad. She used to be Peggy Tetley before she met Link. He’s named after a sausage, as is his sister Patty.
I’m always happy to explain history to anyone who will listen*.
*There’s a good chance this is the only subject my children will fail in school
I leave for a day and then I come back to find you guys talking about cheezwhiz.
I have nothing to say about cheezwhiz, but I do have something to say. This past weekend I drank. I drank a lot, I only spent $7.00 and got pretty hammered thanks to my sisters friends.
Well, might as well get this out of the way - yes, Shib & Chefguy - I was naked when I was taking my bath. I’d misplaced my chemise, you see…
Anyway, I have been reading French fairy tales when I take my baths this week. Just happened to be a book I picked up - and just in case you harbored any insights into my intellect, I should say I am not reading the tales in French, I’m reading the English translations. Some of them are really boring - 20 pages of a torture for lovers, random fairies, and sometimes they don’t even end up happy. All good stuff though.
We’re supposed to get rain tonight and tomorrow. The weatherman says up to 100 mm (that’s 4 inches for you metrically challenged 'Mercan types). He says it is caused by Frances, but I blame Toronto, myself. After all, they had this weather before we did, and look what shape they left it in, leaking and dripping all over the place.
Smeghead - Celsius set his original scale up backwards, though, with 0 as the boiling point and 100 as the freezing point of water, so I don’t know why we call it a Celsius scale, since it’s really the reverse of the Celsius scale. Why should he get the credit even though he got it completely backwards? That’s what I want to know.
God news/bad news? My bathroom renovation is progressing as per usual. I did a little work with the jigsaw so that the new cabinet fits neatly against the wall over the new baseboards beside the new toilet. I rehung the newly-painted door and installed all the shiny new chrome door hardware (Mrs Bookkeeper is going with a two-tone grey with chrome accents decor). I removed the ceiling fan for cleaning and dropped it on the new counter, resulting in a brand-new chip and a newly-bent fan housing. Two steps forward, one step back again.
No no Swampy dear, you are my official scape-bear, so you gots to say you’re sorry for the weather and then I give you skritches or cookies, whichever you’d like best. It’s the natural order of things. Let me know if I can take the blame for anything for you sometime.
Good news/bad news Good news is that my order of books came in. They’re not fairy tales because I’ve read the complete brothers Grimm and boy can those be downers and gross too. Instead I’m reading Christopher Moore, who can be very funny (and gross). Bad news is that I’m stuck at Open House night and don’t get to read 'em. Plus, I’m on my very best behavior and so am tired of being nice. Two hours is my limit and then I have to go back to being cruel.
OOOOOOOOOOOOH skritches! Ok, Ashes[sup]2[/sup] it’s my fault you got ick weather. MMMMMMMMMM… tummy skritch! Now head skritch! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM… skritches!
Shibb here’s hoping the good news is Mrs. Shibb got the job and the bad news is the textbook company rejected the 'Merkan history textbook draft you sent em.
Is everybody still huffin’ and puffin’ and blowin’ Ivan away?
Hurricane? Ivan. Yes, Sir!! I’ll be doing my best. My closest friend lives in Orlando and he’s had enough of this already. The last one screwed up his plans to go to Denver last weekend for a wedding.
Stupid consecutive hurricanes.
Woohoo! I hope the other offer is a good one Shibb. Don’t blame ya for turning the contingent-on-sale one. Those are a pain in the butt. Did that once but never again, I tell ya.
I’m huffin’ and puffin’ and blowin’ with all my might, but I think the mountains may be in my way. Perhaps if I were a bit closer to the Southeast coast I could really move Ivan.
Shibb Here’s to hoping the other offer is awesome!
Thanks so much for the hurricane. It’s raining now. You’d better not get attacked by any more hurricanes this summer- we don’t need more rain. I want a beautiful, cool, sunny fall. Not rain.
Where are the Triple Ginger Snaps and my tea?
Did I mention that my best friend and her husband are starting their PhD’s? At age 21? They’re so intimidating.
Right. The song is appropriately titled The War Of 1812, by the Arrogant Worms. It starts:
*Come back proud Canadians, before we had tv-
No ‘Hockey Night in Canada’- there was no CBC (oh my God!).
In 1812 Madison was mad: he was the President you know,
He thought he’s tell the British
Where they ought to go.
He thought he’s invade Canada
He thought that he was tough.
Instead we went to Washington…
And burned down all his stuff.
Chorus
And the White House burned, burned, burned,
And we’re the ones who did it.
It burned, burned, burned,
And the Americans ran and cried.
It burned, burned, burned,
And things very very historical.
And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies
Wah wah wah!
In the war of 1812.*
Am I going to get arrested for this? I sang part of it standing near the Liberty Bell, and Quasi-Daughter and Best Friend sang along until Mr. Lissar got nervous about possible annoyed patriots.
The Arrogant Worms are a great band. I love them. Well, in a manner of speaking. I’ve never actually met them or anything. I just think they write good music.
Yeah, we’re getting rained on in buckets as well. And the wind is from the east, so the basement window on that side is leaking. Happens once or twice a year, and is something I planned to fix this week (as soon as the BATHROOM :mad: is finished) but I may have to wait for everything to dry up first.
Lissa, did you know that PC has white cheddar mac & cheese as well? They also have a new Chicken Madras added to their Indian frozen food line. We tried it last night - not as hot as some Madras curries I’ve had, but that just means you can actually taste it .
We had quite an electrical storm last night, but that’s about it. Can’t even blow the hurricane away from you guys cause I’m in the wrong spot. I’m searching froogle for hunkers Tupug, but you may end up having to make due with rented hunkers until your old ones can be restored.
Off to sharpen my nails; skritches are tough on the manicure.
Originally the Bad News was going to be that Mrs. Shibb just missed the cut on getting the underwater underwire underwriting/undertaking job. She couldn’t hold her breath long enough during that last interview, I suppose, but c’mon, she had a cold fergoodnesssakes! But now the Bad News has also expanded to include:
[ul]
[li]New Hurricane Ivan tracking for Florida.[/li][li]Power went out again last night for 2-3 hours, then…[/li][li]My dinner had just started to cook when the power went out.[/li][li]We took out a flashlight so I could read to the kids but the thing had a short, then…[/li][li]I went to a nearby pub to watch the USA vs Panama game and have a bite to eat, but they didn’t have Fox Sports World, so…[/li][li]I went to another place but they were closed and…[/li][li]I got to a third place, but their kitchen was closed.[/li][li]Also, my daughter and I both might be coming down with colds.[/li][/ul]
We decided that we’ve definitely had An Unfortunate Series of Events, which is, BTW, what I ended up reading to the kiddies before bed last night (by candlelight).
We both have colds, but Mr. Lissar has a cold and fever, so he wins.
I do know about PC mac’n’cheese, Bookkeeper, but TJ’s contains practically nothing but macaroni and real cheddar. I’m very excited about it. Haven’t actually made it yet, as we’re in the soup-tea-and-cookies stage of illness. I am, however, working steadily through the Triple Ginger Snaps, and if anyone will mail me a steady supply, I will send them money and maple syrup. Where’s the closest TJ’s to the border?
The Indian prepack things have turned out to be pretty darn good. I’ll take another one for dinner. Since it’s cooling down, I might even make naan soon.
I rehung the newly-painted door and installed all the shiny new chrome door hardware (Mrs Bookkeeper is going with a two-tone grey with chrome accents decor). 
Two steps forward, one step back again.
