The house is done. I’m still sort of spinning sideways from the brutal slog yesterday turned into.
I’m leaving now to meet with realtor. If he doesn’t work out, will get others and interview them, of course. MEANWHILE the brutal, hard scraping, sanding and waxing are done. The back of our car and the garage over there are still full, but we can deal with those little by little. This house needs cleaning (desperately) but not TODAY.
I might post again later. I had this line going through my head that started “Why do uplifted mice always wear only shorts?” which indicates I’ve been reading way too much Disney while wiped out and I might play with it.
Or, having gritted my teeth and bought the newest PF Chisholm at the extortionate prices her publisher charges upon first release, after realtor I might curl up in bed and devour it.
And after tomorrow I’m all yours.
I would vote in favor of a day spent in bed with a book, but if you’re reading this I’ve already been out-voted (or, executive over-ride.)
c4c
bnb
M&P
M&M (plain or dark, either are fine. But NO coconut.)
Saw M&M Krispie the other day.
Civilization is doomed.
doomed I tells ya
I’m gonna sing the doom song now!
🙂
Doom Doom Doom Doom … Wait, that’s Spam
Which can be made edible with a sufficiency of cloves, nutmeg, cinnamon, and brown sugar.
Doom Pie?
Probably tastier than most spam.
[shatner]DOooomed.[/shatner]
Very doomed. Now they’ve gone to meddlin’.
Don’t tease me! Not allowed chocolate anymore.
Hey, TXRed, I have to tell you, your latest little short was fun! Baba Yaga in the Colorado Front Range, indeed….
Unfortunately, I’ve been relatively successful at the low carb diet for almost a week and a half. Which means your description of a certain breakfast had me whimpering. Blintzes and lingonberry preserves, and…. *whiiiiiiiine*
Thanks! And sorry about the unintended breakfast abuse.
I just reviewed it on Amazon! And AIN’T NO WAY I’m gonna check the comments box, because every time I do that, my mailbox explodes.
http://www.amazon.com/gp/customer-reviews/R3BFDUHMJBYFYN/ref=cm_cr_pr_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=B0128EBC20
…In 9mm or .38 Spcl, does wonders on ants, spiders, and mice; but I trust you have none of those,
No, I have .45 ACP, 7.62 x 51, and 7.65 x 55
Come now those are clearly a job for an air powered pellet gun.
Jerry, always tailor the ordnance to fit the mission….. I feel like I’m telling my grandma how to suck eggs. 😎
Maxim #37: There is no “overkill”, there is only “Open Fire” and “Reloading”.
I have shot a very large spider with my .45. Ball ammo works fine there.
Hey, she was huge (the thorax almost the size of my thumb) and asking for it (She built her web right across the path to the shooting range targets).
Yoo-hoo! Take it easy today!
“Why do uplifted mice always wear only shorts?”
Clearly the genetic engineers who created them encoded a sense of modesty into their DNA.
Or it’s because their legs don’t fit long pants very well. After all most tailors only know how to deal with uplifted simians after all.
I wanna know why she be dissin’ Minnie?
We can get into that mouse’s polka-dot fetish in another thread.
Oops! Wrong pix.
That’s better!
Uh-oh! As Sam Rockwell said …
That’s not right!
Y’know …
I’ve just been looking at a buncha’ton o’ “images for Minnie Mouse” and there’s something not right about that gal. That coy act just doesn’t read true.
I don’t know what to do with this pictorial presentation (all of them)….. One hand has me reaching for the bleach, the other the club…. 🙂
Really! I mean, you can see her panties!
I dunno, but I heard Mickey cussin’ about keepin’ her in earrings. Says he’s never gonna retire if doesn’t quit getting piercings.
The more serious question would seem to be …
Why do uplifted ducks run about sans culottes?
For that matter, why do *female* up-lifted ducks have noticeable breasts? [Smile]
Not to mention eye lashes.
Only girls have eyelashes. Slaves to fashion.
I advise against asking the scientists responsible for the uplifting.
They might tell you.
The Furries have already researched the answers to these questions. You don’t want to know their answers.
🙂 🙂 🙂
It is the secret shame of duckkind.
Different equipment than mammals have, so less need to cover that region?
It was the cause of the Great War between ducks and mice:
“Don’t you see why they must be destroyed? They wear pants while we do not!”
Remember your history of the French Revolution! Clearly a response to the overweening mice!
“Why do uplifted ducks run about sans culottes?”
Duh, the mice took ’em.
“Focus, Pinky…”
Are you pondering what I’m pondering?
I think so, Dorothy, but if they called them “Sad Meals” no one would buy them.
ooooOOOOooooo
narf
Oh, dear. ::mutters to self:: Must not Touhou in public…
Vote here:
https://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/122639-which-book-on-superheroes-should-we-read-for-our-september-book
Sure, you say you’re all ours, but we know better.
Dan and the boys have first dibs, and then there’s that pesky muse to consider. I figure we all come in at least fifth, but I’m good with fifth.
Very best of luck with the house sale. Keep in mind that while in theory your realtor represents the seller, the truth is they are in business for themselves and so will offer suggestions designed to generate the biggest and quickest profit for them, and not necessarily the best deal for you. If you like them well enough to sign an agreement, make sure it runs for no more than 30 days. And do not let them talk you into making costly changes or additions to make the property more “marketable.” You are not looking to please the market, just that one interested buyer who can qualify for a home loan.
Pictures? After all this you’d really need to record the end result for posterity (and show us after all this time we have spend following the progress). Really. 🙂
…and there was much rejoicing. (“Yaaaayyyyyy…..”)
somebody ate the minstrels?
Big pot of minstrelstrone.
It’s not swallow-coconut stew, but I’ll eat it.
Singing as the supper?
Mind the Lutes, they can be stringy.
It’s done! It’s done! It’s finally, utterly, totally done! Not a floor to wax! Not a wall to paint! Nothing left to relax, take deep breaths, a nice nap, and then…
deal with all of life’s other chaos? Humph. Time needs to stand still so you can enjoy it.
Neverending story.
I was waiting to see if anyone posted that. 🙂
Um, yeah, I do own the soundtrack. Why?
IIRC someone was suppoed to relocate the door down to the transdimensional sublevels from Sarah’s old digs to the new house – did that happen? We don’t want the Realtor accidentally getting into the sublevels, especially the hangar bay, transitory Dragon quartering, or especially sublevel 1013.
:Dawn Dreams floats out of sublevel 1013, eyes wide.: “I never knew…”
:Snags Dawn’s hand before she can float away and hands her a small chalice.: “Hear you go, lass. This’ll set you right so you don’t go floatin’ away. Down the hatch.”
“Hmmm…you know, if I’d thought faster, I could have tied para cord around her ankle and told Sarah it was a balloon we had specially made for her…”
The cord would’ve worked well until woke u–
:Pop!:
*flips through to-do list* No, not on my assignments. But I would like to know who re-labeled the big cans of Fluffy’s tinned food “Cecil Chunks.” Not that it’s too soon, or anything, but I almost sent in a re-order on the wet food before I realized that was for the contents and not for misplaced sea-monster treats.
I don’t care if they look like the GHS labels from work, you can’t prove a thing.
No problem — I took care of it by a simple alteration in the portal’s temporal-spatial interface. While I had the system down to re-calibrate its aperture location I also tweaked the coordinates so that it is now trans-temporal as well as trans-spatial, guaranteeing that not only no matter where you go, there you are but that no matter when you leave, when you arrive it is always five o’clock.
I also redirected the thermal dissipator so that it now powers the new pit BBQ, allowing us to cook three mammoths on a single spit and also prepare roast haunch of leviathan.
errrr … a few minor galaxies had to be eliminated for the construction and I am afraid i didn’t have much time for the construction permit approval, but don’t worry, I have passed it off to Legal to run it through the temporal adjudicator and back date it completely.
:Opens the door to the arms room to do a quick check…: “SONOFA – You may have thought locking the cats in the arms room would be funny, but they’re all wearing body armor and carrying sniper rifles!”
Sounds like someone forgot that the Arms Room arms anyone (or anything) that goes into it.
Yeah, but sometimes that just means you walk out looking like an Indian idol.
Sometimes useful for complex arguments. When you’re done with on one hand, on the other hand, you do sometimes have to go on with on the third hand, on the fourth hand. . . .
And sometimes it arms you inappropriately. I really didn’t like taking on the mutant badgers while wearing a loincloth and carrying a knife and a club.
I’m with you, bro’. I didn’t so much mind the chipped Flint knife but Eric seemed a might put out over it.
Say, did you notice who it was that kept screaming “Badgers? We don’ need no steenkin’ badgers!”? I appreciate his drawing the core of their forces his way, allowing some of us to get in close behind to do the dirty deeds (even though the pay was dirt cheap.)
I drew a suit of Wyvern armor and a minigun. I should have known something was wrong when the badgers just looked at me and “We don’t give a shit!”
That could be handy during Spring Break. Probably work better than my No Really I’m a Producer T-shirt.
But what does the Legs Room do?
Heck, that should be obvious.
Now shoo!
Oops! Sorry, that was for the hallway connecting the Arms Room and the Legs Room (aka, The Foot Race.)
As everybody knows, the Legs Room is where you go to stretch out and relax.
EQUAL RIGHTS FOR THE FOOT RACE! NO JUSTICE, NO FEET!
well unfortunately, you realize sidereal probability means that the door will be in both places simultaneously for an unknown amount of time,….
No — because you cannot be in two places at once when you are not anywhere at all.
And the Doctrine of Simultaneity demonstrates that Time is an illusion and therefore there can be no unknown amount of it.
The problem being that when using the door to return, she may randomly end up in either place.
Uplifted mice have no shoulders.
And apparently uplifted ducks have no hips.
One of the funniest jokes I know: Donald tells Mickey “You can’t leave Minnie just because she’s crazy!” and Mickey replies, “I didn’t say she was crazy I said she was (deleted) Goofy!”
I wonder if that makes sense.
I wonder if it makes it past the censors, even with the deletion.
I wonder if it’s funny anymore.
Maybe I’d BETTER check the comments box, this one time, to find out if I’ve been banned.
Sigh.
Still one of my favorites. Though I don’t get to tell it very often.
Congratulations! Best wishes for a speedy sale at a high price.
Yes!