Posted on 03/24/2020 9:36:36 AM PDT by Rebelbase
A kid who licked toilets as part of the #CoronaVirusChallenge says he's now in the hospital with coronavirus. @gayshawnmendes was also just suspended from twitter
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Good morning.
If little black kitteh were here, he’d be rained on. Shannon called me some very unpleasant names, as if she hadn’t insisted on going out in the rain.
It’s morning here, but I don’t really feel like doing the morning.
There's a lot of that going around. Being up for three hours during the night is not my idea of fun. I really need my sleep these days, what with all there is to do.
Favorite Daughter sent me a bunch of text messages last night about a set of three tables that they got for $15, as well as part of two antimacassar sets (the backs only) and an applique. She had no idea what "antimacassars" were, but she phrased the question the same day she did years ago when she wanted to challenge me. Anyway, she's happy with her purchases.
I remember antimacassars. How times change.
You’d think, by this time, your family members would stop contacting you when you’re supposed to be asleep. Am I the only person in the world who doesn’t send text messages unless it’s a civilized, daytime hour in the recipient’s time zone?
Poor old lady kitteh Shannon. It’s your fault it rained on her because you opened the door... ;o]
She killed a bird. I took the dead bird away. Made her even madder.
I don’t think she was going to eat it, but she wanted to pay with it.
I have patterns for several different antimacassars, but the futon doesn’t have padded arms, and I expect to actually use it as a bed, so... Also, my rocker is wooden, so there’s no need for an antimacassar set. Favorite Daughter was amazed at why they were made in the first place.
No, there’s me, too, that doesn’t text when I think people are asleep, even though you’ve told me that you leave your phone downstairs at night.
I often make the mistake of answering private messages on FB and realize too late that people have FB on their phones. That’s somewhat embarrassing.
I guess she hasn’t learned they’re no fun to play with when they don’t move. Silly cat.
We could use antimacassars for Vlad - he’s greasy. However, he’s also so tall that his head is above the back of the sofa, unless he’s lying down.
The late Igor was greasy. I tried to get second-hand pillowcases for his pillow because his body oils were just so intense, I couldn’t get the grease out. It was just his body. I don’t think I would have used antimacassars for him. They would have been ruined, either by the oils or by the hot water and detergent used in trying to clean them.
It’s 56° out there...
We’re having heavy rain now. Jake desperately wants me to go to bed with him, but instead, we’ll be leaving early for church so as to drop Patrick off at work.
:o[
The sun is looking sickly today and Admiral Fitzroy has a neverending series of crystal shapes to entertain me with. The barometer isn’t quite as much fun.
The bed keeps calling me, but I’m determined to to stay up until bedtime. I have things to do tomorrow and I can’t be wired because of insomnia. I want to finish the linen closet and then do the coat closet. And don’t forget the all-important laundry!
Have a nice time at church!
We did, thanks. The rain has stopped for now.
I’ll be glad when this day is over for me. Sometime this early morning, I got cold and I haven’t been able to warm up since. A warm bed is going to feel very nice.
It’s also been a depressing day, so going to bed will be a good thing. It would seem something has happened to the neighbor to the west who has a miniature Schnauzer, and his next door neighbor has been letting the dog out at night so that he barks a lot. He’s usually let out the front door.
And with Harley being relegated to the backyard, the two have been adept at keeping me from going back to sleep. I’m getting to the point where I detest small, nervous, yapping rats. Give me a snorting pug any day.
My opinion on dogs who are allowed to bark in the hearing of anyone but the owner is extremely negative.
Ash, the best dog on earth, did not bark.
Ours already had a 400 CID SBC with a 4-bbl carb and the upgraded TH-400 transmission. 1-wheeled wonder though. It’d boil that one tire for as long as you asked it though.
Or... it’d get stuck up to the frame in some farmers field that you and your girlfriend were out canoodling in that then required TWO tow trucks to get you out of said field...
My High School jalopy was a 1970 Olds 88. 455 big block. Revamped the motor, tranny, suspension, etc... Bone stock it was a 472 HP monster. It was putting out closer to 600 by the time I was done with it. I still miss that stupid car...
It never got stuck. :-)
What a beast that must’ve been; those were huge cars, outsized only by the Cadillac lineup.
That almost makes me want to get behind the wheel and put my foot through the carburetor as I flew down a straight stretch of SoDak farm road at 120+ mph.
Those big ol’ cars could go on forever, and never a bump was felt.
Yep: Harley to the left of me and Jasper to the right and the nasty little Chloe two doors to the left the add to clamor. And there’s QT, across the way, but she’s mostly let out the back, and her owner doesn’t like her to bark, much, so she’s the exception. I loathe them all. The only decent dog in here is this big old fat bulldog that loves to slobber on you while he leans against your legs and tells you he loves you in Dogish grunts and snorts.
I need to get the clothes sorted so I can get over to the laundry room. I think I got seven hours of sleep. A nap might be good this morning, long about 0500. Or not, so I can sleep tonight.
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