Glad I could make someone chuckle. Always been my life goal to be funny. I couldnt write jokes but can ad lib really well.
Maintenance man ( who looks nothing like the one in the Toby Keith song) said it may be the valve.
He vows to fix it.
I went to the Hope Chest, which gives away free clothes.
I got a few pants, few tops, tennis shoes. I was surprised to find a top and bottom in my favorite color, celery.
Today is another nice day. Started out with 51Ferrets, now at 66F with a forecast high of 86F. I can live with it. (And tough shit if I can’t, right?)
You haven’t really graduated to skirt-wearing until you’ve unwittingly tucked your skirt into your tights at the rear, thanks to a too-small loo at a restaurant, then paraded back to your table while everyone catches your act. Don’t ask me how I know. I’m so sorry you whacked your head – owie! I’d have loved to have seen your lightning bugs!
metal mouse, please drive safe (I know you will) and check in as you can so we won’t worry. I hope you have a memorable and relaxing trip in your old stomping grounds. Looking forward to hearing about what you decide to see and do!
We share this weakness, though I no longer have such a car. Of the several I had, the hardest to navigate in a skirt was the Honda S-2000. It also inspired a fear that as I acquired middle-age spread, I would accidentally bring the seat along with me when I got out of the car. I still miss that one, though!
Lily, Cat Law always takes precedence! 
Sounds like it was a lovely walk with your lovely wife, and the wildlife just an added benefit. And woodpeckers rock!
LOL, no, he’d let you. He sometimes has an issue with keeping the lipstick tucked away, though, so you’d want to be mindful of that.
Can’t emphasize this enough. Refer to earlier skirt-tucking debacle.
This is such welcome news! I’m rejoicing too, as one of the peasants! Really glad this person is moving on from your sphere.
cat glove, I kept chickens continually for 13 years with never a loss, though cougars do spend a lot of time on this property. What finally destroyed most of the flock in one afternoon was coyotes. Broke my heart, but sadly, everything loves a chicken dinner. The remaining ladies were killed by a skunk that had found its way into the hen house unbeknownst to me (how I dislodged her from her new digs is a story for another day), and then the last 2 were taken by a raccoon who had worked out how to defeat the wire over the top of the chicken run. I miss having them, but it got too traumatic.
Cougars are bold, but they rarely attack humans unless defending themselves, their cubs or they are really, really hungry. Here, they have so many food options that humans aren’t a target. I’ve several times caught them at night strolling past the house on their way to the pasture where the deer are. It’s always a little unsettling. Ollie is always on a leash and carefully watched for the final night’s pee before bed.
Happy napping, when you get to that pleasant part of the day’s proceedings!
I swear, you’re my twin. 
Yeah, deer are horrible when it comes to eating flowers. And apples. And pears. And cherries. And plums. And pretty much anything in a garden you want to harvest. But the babies are cute!
I’d be thrilled to hear them more often here, but there are better more private places in the trees for them to set up their homes, so both hearing and seeing them is a rare treat. Eagles in the PNW have become an almost mundane sight these days. Almost. Hope the weeding goes well!
Keep on keeping on with the thesis, nut! It’s a slog, I’m sure, but you’re going to get there. And congrats on the new niece!
You’ve described them perfectly, knots. I watched the one yesterday for a long time in the hope I would be treated to this sight. Alas, she waited to leave till I wasn’t looking. Maybe I’ll see her again, though. I hope you get your rain.
Thanks as always for your sunrise photos, Mollie. And I hope Mrs. Magill travels without incident.
taters, may we one day soon get a photo of the dog-free zone, now you’re done planting it out? It sounds so beautiful! You’ll be so glad of getting rid of the excess stuff. Tomorrow.
Hope Date Night materializes for you, fly boy.
Good luck with the blood work, red. I have tendons very close to my veins, so I always admonish the phlebotomist to be careful to not grab one with their needle. When they accidentally hit a tendon, it’s like someone is pouring acid into your arm. If it happens, I fuss and tell them to remove the needle and try again. I wonder if you have a similar concern? Also, and you probably already know this, drink a lot of water before a blood draw. It really helps plump up the veins and let the blood flow fast and free.
I can’t even imagine five! One is… plenty. I love them, but come on! I hope you can get your wife’s impulse spending under control. It does sound vexing and worrying.
Between you, coppertone and shoe, I don’t know which of you has the most disturbing interesting dreams. Good thinking on the fast alligators.
coppertone, glad you found some new clothes to make you happy. 
Thanks to all who had nice things to say about Ollie. He is the heart of this home, so we delight in hearing it. (Well, me more than him.)
The scent of a skunk woke me up at 4:00 a.m. and I was glad I didn’t have the windows open. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I waited till it was daylight enough to get back to work on the gutters. I’m nearly done. Another day should do it.
I will run out and fetch clear gas for the mower so I can get mowing done first thing tomorrow or early Saturday.
I need to clean Ollie’s ears and may as well give him a bath while we’re at it. He sulks, but he’s compliant. Then there is the usual house irk and spiffing of the habitat. And I need to call the pond person I was referred to.
I’m about to go make a veggie frittata for breakfast with potato, asparagus, mushrooms and basil. That will last for 3 more days, so that’s handled for awhile. And a nice cup of tea. Then I’ll make a batch of pesto to freeze with what’s left of the basil. We’ll see what to do with the rest of the day.
As ever, my best to everyone with wishes for a day of delights!
Congratulations on your new niece, Filbert!
I just had an ocular migraine while driving home from an errand. I haven’t had one in fifteen or twenty years. I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t read the labels on the shampoo bottles I was shopping for and had to ask a clerk to look at them for me. It was only when I was in the car and driving that I remembered what an ocular migraine looked like, and by that time I was 3/4 of the way home and the visual effects were starting to fade. Weird. But I don’t get a headache from them, so that’s good.
Purse contents depends on the weather and may include an umbrella, sunglasses, reading glasses, hair ties, etc. in addition to wallet, phone, tissues, hand lotion, chapstick and lipstick and mirror, Swiss Army knife and hearing protection. And at least a house key, sometimes a car key, plus associated Air Tag. This time of year, probably a small insulated water bottle. I no longer carry ibuprofen as I need it so rarely. I have a range of purses, and when there’s too much, I switch from a bigger purse to a smaller purse plus a backpack.
We got a liter of honey (just over a quart) last August and it lasted until April. Our friend’s cousin has bees, and he brings in honey once in a while. We’re spoiled.
Congratulations!
I got the Merlin app to identify bird calls, and my husband was rather disappointed that the owl we that we heard was actually a Common Wood Pigeon.
Forgot to water the tomato plants and it looks like I might have to start watering them twice a day. Next year I’m putting them in the ground, with some sort of watering system. No more potted tomato plants for me.
Did get a few raspberries, but the only ripe strawberry got slugged. I bought a pink geranium and it’s really doing well. Supposedly slugs don’t like them, which is probably why they are one of the most popular flowers in this part of Switzerland.
We had some storms come through the other day. The straight line winds managed to pull my tomatoes out of the ground. I only managed to get a couple of bushels. Plus the birds got to my raspberries. At least my potatoes will be good.
I did this at a cousin’s wedding. Eh, we’re all family, right??
Got my sewing done and decided I need to return the ice maker to Da Jungle - luckily, one day before the cutoff. Damned thing would run for about 45 minutes, then quit making ice. So I’d unplug it, wait a bit, then plug it back in for the next 45 minutes. Nope - not on a month-old appliance. So now I’m in search of a better nugget ice maker. Or I could make FCD happy and buy a fridge with ice thru the door. He hates our fridge with the freezer drawer and I hate side-by-side. And, unfortunately, when I designed our kitchen, I made the opening just too small for a 36" fridge, which limits our options.
Oh well.
I have never been a sports car fan. I I were to drive a vette or a lambo the only way I could get them out of my sloped driveway in the winter would be to drag them out with my Tacoma
Congrats AuntieNut!
That’s what the nurse at the doctor’s office was doing the other day. I’ve only ever had one other draw that hurt worse and that one went clear through the vein. Today’s draw was quick and painless, with good parking and only 15 minutes from home to boot.
I just had one today myself, and it’s been months (don’t remember exactly when the last one happened). I usually don’t have a headache after the visual problems subside, but did this time. Midol helps me a lot with these, just FYI. Still headachy/out of sorts enough that DH will be driving for necessary erranding today.
I have those once in awhile. No pain, but a shimmery aura.
Koritza had a tough night. Around 10-11 she came up to me with a strange meow. Then she went over to the water dish, but didn’t drink. She went for the fish tank I redirect. She finally drank from the faucet after much prompting. Then 15 minutes later she got sick.
She wouldn’t sleep in her usual spots. She tucked up in the corner. Lager was staying away. I’m starting to get worried.
This morning she was a bit better, still no eating or drinking. Although it looked like she got to the fish tank in the wee hours. Call to the vet and thankfully they have a 9am opening. Her labs are good. Nothing obvious. She does get a lot of hairballs. She definitely rode the adrenaline spike at the vet.
They gave her b12, hydration, and anti nausea shots/iv. She is back in the corner. Still not eating. I’m gonna try some fancy feast gravy next. Poor girl. I’m still worried. She is not food motivated, so it makes it difficult.
She finally ate! Fancy feast gravy for the win. Feeling relieved.
Hello from Indianapolis. Lying on the hotel bed watching the World Cup. Left about 6:30am and got here before 4pm (adding an hour from Central to Eastern time) right around 475 miles. Will get some dinner after the game and maybe visit some old haunts before I leave for Cedar Point tomorrow (another 250 miles). I have read all but will have to forgo responses until/unless I get my laptop out.
All Y’all take care.
Hurray!!!
Maybe, how often do you run into one of them?
DWAAA!!! Who’s the cutie patootie, huh?
I owned a 1978 Triumph Spitfire during my three-inch fuck-me shoes and mini-skirt era. My knees were flued together even when I was shifting because I took the hard top off as soon as it was almost warm enough.
Homework: Put on your highest heels and shortest skirt. Stand in the middle of a room (move the furniture out of the way), drop your keys and then squat down to pick them back up. You can’t bend over lest you flash everyone and do not just hold your knees out in front of you, people will be able to see straight up your skirt. Kinda twist your hips so your knees are pointed to the side about 45 degrees to allow your thigh to cover your hoo-haw. Keep your back straight to keep your skirt hanging straight down and use your arm to scoop your keys up. Knees glued together at all times, of course!
Once you’ve got it, everything else will become more natural and graceful looking.
We have one that “walks” up the mobility ramp for cracked corn. It looks so awkward and ungainly, but I can sure see the pterodactyl in its lineage.
That would be pretty ick if I do say so myself. I hope you can keep up with the electric bill, room sized units aren’t that efficient. We currently have a heat pump that runs most of the year and our electric bill runs 180-200 a month for an all electric home.
Our first (much smaller) place had two window units (and gas heat) and our electric bill was almost three hundred a month in the summer.
If you get bored some day, you can find many pics of celebrities doing just that thing.
Your yard sounds delightful, I wish you could have shared pics. I also know that it is almost impossible to get good pics of lightning bugs.
My arm is starting to ache again but before I go I have to share the very bad news I got today. The PA told me that I can stop wearing my half-straight jacket when I start Physical Therapy and released me to do that on the 22nd. HAPPYHAPPY, JOYJOY!!! But the PT place doesn’t have people to do the initial evaluation on Wednesdays so I have to wait until Thursday the 23rd.
I keep thinking I can quibble about it but the orders are very clear “remove sling at first PT session” FML.
My giant nose is coming along nicely. For my flying pingpong ball exhibit I’m carving a 3 foot tall nose. The exhibit is all about germs, and germs get into the body through the nose.
I have a silly job.
JtC Sorry to hear about the delay, and hope you feel better soonest.
Yay! I hope she’s 
soonest.
Have fun and be safe!
Glad that you’ll soon be out of your sling, JtC!
The new fish tank is up and running. The fishes seem happy. They are exploring and very busy darting about. Hopefully it will be koritza proof.
Howdy Y’all! We went to the hog trough GC and then achieved nappage and day drinkin’. I got the chikin boiled and deboned and boiled and peeled the aigs for the chikin sallit. Tomorrow I can make the sallit. I also need to go to the sto’ and get bread for the sammiches cause I didn’t think to ask OYKW to pick it up yestiddy. Oh well.
Coppertone yay for the antibiotics doin’ their thing. Possible yay for fixed ceilin’? Yay for the new threads and findin’ stuff in your color.
Nuts conga rats on the new niece! How’s the thesis comin’ along? Do I need to lecture?
BrightTree that would be paradin’ around with a skirt tucked into my tights. It would happen multiple times daily. Again, my name would definitely not be Grace! I had an aunt and uncle who had a farm in the wilds of Heard County, Jawja. I loved spendin’ time there as a cub. I learned how to wring a chikin’s neck amongst other ghastly things. I also learned one never gives the animals names. It’s better when the bacon you are eatin’ wasn’t once known as Wilbur. I learned a lot of stuff in Heard County. Heard County is also where I had my first beer (Earl’s Beer Joint!) and my first other kind of joint. That was out behind the barn when I was fifteen.
red hope you get a better vampire today. I see now you met with success. HUZZAH!
Lucky sorry about the migraine, but glad you’re better now.
Rocker so glad Koritza decided to eat! HOORAY!
MetalMouse glad you made it to Indianoplace safe and sound. Hope you get a good night’s sleep in your hotel.
JtC I fear I would forever puttin’ on free peep shows for the whole world. I would probably have to wear Little House on The Prairie dresses or some such. Even then I would no doubt tumble off the buckboard wagon and show my pantaloons to the world. Sorry you can’t remove the sling sooner than you hoped. I know it’s only a day, but I’d be bummed out about it as well.
VanGo a giant nose flingin’ pingpong balls would be the coolest thing ever to see!
You have an essential and critical job.
My suggestion: Alexandra. Or Victoria.
Last time I rode in something like that it was an MG, I had a teenager sitting in my lap, and she kept banging her head on one of the roof struts every time we hit a bump.
Don’t remember if it was a draw or an injection, but I was talking to a friend – started wondering why the corpsman was waiting so long to do the jab, and looked over at him just in time to see him withdraw the needle. Worst time I had was when the phlebotomist needed several tries to get the needle into the vein; after the fourth or fifth jab I suggested maybe she should call one of the phlebotomists who had the day off and have her/him (I suggested one of each – and yes, I was such a steady customer I knew their names) come in to do it.
Nice! Full-sized, or mini?
That’s why I often suggest a sporran. Mine was just big enough for my wallet and keys, a little drawstring bag for coins, and a flask. (The important things, y’know!) Couldn’t offer any advice on getting into or out of a car, though – it’s been so long since I last wore my kilt that I can’t remember how I did it.