Posted on 07/12/2016 8:03:24 AM PDT by BenLurkin
Guest Walker may be the privatized spin-off of the MSW... mufti, ‘nuff said. shhhhhh.
What a pretty kitteh!
Morning! I went to yoga class. Now I feel all mellowed out and could sleep for another several hours, but that’s not an option.
I wish now that I had left a throw out of the containers when I organized the bedroom closet. I would like to lie out here and watch TV.
Yeah, me too ... but it’s already time for the kids to have lunch.
Pretty kitty!
My stomach is killing me. I just ate a little something, so I will wait a bit before taking the cayenne and water.
It’s debatable as to whether I will last much longer. I may just go to bed when I’ve finished the crossword puzzle.
The peeps are having a birthday party for Chuck on Monday, and I have been designated the Chief Money Holder and Pizza/Beer Buyer. Why me? I don’t like him all that much.
Maybe they trust you!
Very wildcat!
Maybe. But I have to chip in, too, and that means my grocery money will suffer. One guy put in $20 for the beer, but the only other donations I’ve gotten are two @ $5 each. And the pizzas (Walmart’s Farm Fresh or whatever it is,) are $9 each for the big ones, and I need to get two of them.
*sigh* I’ve been here longer than Chuck, and I never got a dinner...
Next time, you should ask. I'll send you a Little Something tomorrow morning.
Tom is taking some brothers to Mass in a few minutes. They needed some substitute altar servers. Also, he's taking a cake for the homeless shelter. I may make a second one this evening.
I can picture this:
"Thank you, Brother Tom."
"My pleasure, Brother James. Be careful of the curb there, Brother Frank."
"Thank you, Brother Tom."
Oh, wouldn’t that be nice! (It was James and Vlad: Frank has to have actual, not just legal, adult supervision.)
My calculated candidate was Vlad, but I preferred not to out him during his outing.
Hopefully you are not around 6th Ave and 23rd...
“Thank you, Brother Tom.”
“My pleasure, Brother James. Be careful of the curb there, Brother Frank.”
“Thank you, Brother Tom.”
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I think it would be more like, “Get outta my way, Tom!”
“He’s touching me!”
“Stop pushing!”
“MOM!”
And that’s an absolutely perfect cat thought, too! Often, those looks border on scorn.
Hello, it’s morning, and I will soon go take a shower. Shortly after that, I will have to go unlock the community room. I will leave a note for Zeke, since he is such good friends with Chuck, that he “may want to donate a little something” for Chuck’s party.
Whether he gets it to me before tomorrow morning or not is another story.
If cats are not superior, my whole life has been built on a lie.
Good morning! I hope your morning goes well. Elen was out late at Waterfowl Rescue: some of the Waterfowl are sick, so they had to move all of them to separate the sick ones from the healthy ones.
Chickens were involved, so I think “Waterfowl Rescue” really means, “Waterfowl and Whatever Random Animals Turn Up Rescue.”
We have the Pitmann Wash Game Refuge, not too far from here, and when I drive by the area on the freeway, I can smell it. Not really unpleasant, but I don’t think I would want to work there. Of course, I’m extremely sensitive to odors, so what might “reek” to me may be totally acceptable to others.
The shower is done and I look forward to unlocking with dread. It’s “cold” out, being only 70 degrees. *Brrrr* It’s only supposed to get up to 97 today. Fall weather, for sure!
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