Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
Diesel : 5.34 a gallon.
Congratulations on the laundry. I need to see how mine is.
No word from the mechanic today, although I left a message after lunch. I hope he’s had a breakthrough and is fixing it!
$4500!!??
If you're looking for ways to get into trouble, perhaps you should visit, on a daily basis, The Word For The Day thread, which post daily.
Today's word was "Brume", which of course reminded me of Hillary!.
I've seen Tax-chick and Moose07 hanging out there, and I try to stop by when I can.
One thing for sure; it will expand your vocabulary, and some of the words you will be able to use in polite company.
Yes, I wander through WOTD from time to time. A new word is better than most new things, because you don’t have to find anywhere to put it.
Though, sometimes a "brume" may make a clean sweep.
Oh, and hello and how are you and long time no talk and good evening and how's the brood?¿?
The plotline: San's apartment is just a skootch from one of the local Humane Society's adoption centers, which is also the one closest to two locations where I worked for, in the aggregate, about zebenteen years, and where I drop in a couple of times a month to see ze kittens and ze puppies because they make me happy. End plotline.
I swapped Hupmobiles with San last night so I could attend to some repairs today as the only Hupmobile dealer in the southeastern US is close to me (¿did you know the automobile on the back on the US$10 bill is a Hupmobile? Knowledge - it's not just to keep Knowable and Known from crashing into each other in the OED anymore). Zo, on my return to my domicile, I swung by the Humane Society.
Russian Blue! And they didn't even post a warning! I thought that was required by a Treaty of the Hague Convention.
A very young (not yet a year old), huge, male, talkative, playful, affectionate, friendly, gorgeous, intelligent, loves-to-fetch, Russian Blue, with a thick, lush, coat.
I phoned She Who Must Be Obeyed, who is not a fan in particular of anything feather, furred, or finned, and suggested we may want to adopt (I named him on the spot) Vladimir Sergei Stroganov Dmitriyevich Shostakovich, she responded, coldly, 'Nyet.'
I only played with Vladimir for about 40 minutes and I have a Tsarist void.
I write to you for advice. I can't change the Spousal Unit and in a choice between Little Miss Perfect and a cat, Little Miss Perfect wins in a landslide.
¿What shall I do?
¿What shall I do?
This is an affair of the heart with a slight feline oeuvre.
Don’t know for sure about the fun part ‘cause it wouldn’t be for your ears! It would either be eerie or a spooky cacophony. But it would be a cacophony. Even less melodious than stuff from DEVO... (then Darks will want it in dubstep.)
Should you wish to partake of the audio experience, the next time you can convince two guitarists to occupy the same room at the same time while in possession of their instruments, instruct one to play a C chord and the other to play an A chord simultaneously. The resultant combined chord (which as near as I can figure would be named C6 flat 9 no 7) would be — dissonant at best.
Then picture an entire musical composition played with similar voicing... ;-)
(and I knew Tax Chick would understand both the resultant sound and the cause. ;-)
It’s like buying a pair of shoes that already have feet in them.
It’s a purchase without a purpose, and they won’t stay in the place you put them.
A very impractical idea. You have to be told this?
You should listen to me; I know what I’m talking about. I have four pets.
I don’t suppose the “It followed me home..” thing will work, huh?
Only if the pet carrier has wheels.
Of course the pet carrier would have wheels. You don’t expect him to WALK all the way to and from the petplace, do you?
Oh, well it’s a simple matter then. All you have to do is convince the wife that the cat snagged your belt loop with a grappling hook attached to its leash, while you were just innocently walking through the neighborhood.
Tell her you had a feeling you were being followed, but you didn’t see anybody.
There you go Scoutmaster - your path to plausible deny-ability. (To be utilized in conjunction with the ‘He followed me home’ cat-in-tow entrance.. ;-)
Dub step is weaponized noise.
It isn’t music, but it is useful for interrogation.
I think you just have to pray that the very nice cat has been adopted by someone else before you walk in again. Much as I sympathize with the kitteh-urge, we just can’t always have what we want.
And we’re fine, thanks. Anoreth and Dog arrived about 3:00 a.m.
Good morning.
Got the “eeevuls stare” from a rabbit.
He wanted to complain about the lack of quality rabbit provisions.
I had several large rabbits run across the road in front of me last night when I was bringing Bill home from work.
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