Mr. Nature let loose with this fart in the middle of the quiet night, and it sounded like someone dropped a golf ball onto a wooden floor. Both Hopeful Jr. and I jumped – and then I jumped right into the spare room.
Our cats used to try to sleep with their butts on the pillows, too, so it was this constant battle of the wills where I’d make them get down at the foot of the bed and then they’d hold a grudge over it. I’m reasonably sure that every time I left the house, they’d race in to go do that butt-dragging thing all over my pillows.
Yes, one of ours was like that, too. The one we called “the little one” was a dollbaby, but the white 22lb cat was a massive bitch who scared all of our friends.
I’m sure the walking — without the cart — would be a great idea once the back isn’t killing you; it really does make mine feel better. Stretching exercises have also helped me.
I knew that and was grateful you didn’t make fun of me. BTW I still have that nasty black toenail from when I stubbed it in Nashville. First time I ever had one and it makes my already unattractive feet look far worse.
iirc, the first picture I ever saw of her showed not her face, but her feet, while she was holding a baby. (Oddly, she’s not the only person I’ve met online whose feet I saw before I saw their face. We humans are a very weird little breed.)
You know what, Indy? You’re right. My feet are probably my favorite body part, which really speaks to how much I hate the rest of my body. But my feet are sturdy and proportional and since I never wear shoes they don’t have that ‘just slid out from under a rock’ look to them.
I almost have one of those. Gratefully, I can tune most annoying people right out. But a mute button would come in most handy for those damn yard guys.
Actually she hasn’t had an accident in several days. I think alot of it was being in her first heat and not being completely housebroken yet and things were all funny down there.
Sadly, this baby is now a year old and living with two drugged out, unemployed skeevy parents and I really don’t know what’s going on his fragile little life. Hopefully Social Services does.
Yeah. We had hopes that things would change – that overwhelming love and concern would turn her life around. But now the baby is another weapon they use with each other. I can see his future stretched out in front of him and it’s not a nice picture.
Being smart helped a lot. I think the other part of it was that my great-grandmother was a built-in babysitter for the first couple of years (she died when I was 2.5), and by the time my parents had to deal with me fulltime I could already read and was starting to write, so I had a way to channel fear and anger that didn’t necessarily involve violence.
Now, I’m not insinuating that you’re secretly queer or anything, but as a general rule lesbians are very big on hands. ;p I always look at hands; they’re almost as important as eyes.
I never was really big into his shows. That one thing turned me off on watching his stuff. Then again, snakes and crocodiles are not what I call viewing pleasure.
I can’t imagine you watching his show at all without peeking between your fingers, hiding under the covers and taking some kind of horse tranquilizer. 🙂
Oh, you know I’m just playin’ wit’cha. I’m the same flirty way, I flirt with practically everyone I like, regardless of whatever sex/gender combination thing they have going on.
Morning Andi!!! I thought I was going to go through withdrawal waiting for the coffee cart. LOL
Hey, even I get to sleep in now and again.
LOL The Diva Dogs make sure I never sleep in. I was up at 4 am this morning.
Happy holiday to all who have it off 🙂 and so sorry to everyone who is working 🙁
Anyway, coffee and donuts for everybody.
Krispie Kreme glazed are my favorites!!!!!
Good morning, Andi and refinish.
Looks like a beautiful dy coming up here.
Morning Ask!!!! The sun is still down here so I will let you know about the day later. LOL
It’s cloudy and cool here but we don’t have anything planned today so I don’t mind.
Hope you have an enjoyable day ahead.
I went to Mcdonalds for breakfast this am. LOL
Why do dogs always sleep with their butts on your pillow?
Better than on your head.
Yes, better than on your head.
Mr. Nature let loose with this fart in the middle of the quiet night, and it sounded like someone dropped a golf ball onto a wooden floor. Both Hopeful Jr. and I jumped – and then I jumped right into the spare room.
What is it with females and farting in bed?
Yeah, why is it that every time some pig farts in bed, we females get grossed out?
Dontcha know that’s why the FSM made Lysol in spray cans?
Unfortunately farts, while unpleasant, do not cause asthma attacks and Lysol or any other spray does.
ROTFLMAO!!!!
his whole body was on the pillow. I’m not convinced that’s an improvement. But I pushed him off and just turned the pillow over.
Better than having one who likes to chew pillows. I have to keep an eye on Bette or she will chew holes in the bed pillows.
Our cats used to try to sleep with their butts on the pillows, too, so it was this constant battle of the wills where I’d make them get down at the foot of the bed and then they’d hold a grudge over it. I’m reasonably sure that every time I left the house, they’d race in to go do that butt-dragging thing all over my pillows.
I wouldn’t put anything past a cat. Took care of one for 8 years and that damn cat never did like me.
Yes, one of ours was like that, too. The one we called “the little one” was a dollbaby, but the white 22lb cat was a massive bitch who scared all of our friends.
I will never have a cat in my house again and will not date anyone who has cats. LOL
As a lesbian, this option is obviously not open to me otherwise I’d never be able to date again. 🙂
Well, you would be surprised at how many gay men get pissed off when I say I hate cats. LOL
Good morning Indy. I’ve never had that trouble with Cat. I just throw an old shirt I’ve recently worn on the bed and she’s happy with that.
I once had a cat who was that easygoing, but he was also a little pot-head, so that kinda makes sense.
We’ve been really lucky with the cats in the house. Of course when I don’t listen to Cat about wanting to go outside, I pay for it. 🙁
Good Morning Andi, Refinish, ask and SN.
You lazy schmuck – you think Labor Day means that YOU get a break from doing all of the work around the house? You should have been up hours ago.
Yes Mam I know. Should have had the kitchen cleaned hours ago.
Sorry I was trying to reply, but kept timing out.
Is you back feeling any better?
Hi Andi, it’s about the same.
Can you believe it, last night NDD suggested I go out and walk. I might commandeer a golf cart around here and try that.
I’m sure the walking — without the cart — would be a great idea once the back isn’t killing you; it really does make mine feel better. Stretching exercises have also helped me.
Andi, after living with you for two days I found out that your whole life is a stretching exercise.
and have to reach for everything is no reason to pick on me. 😉
LOL!!! but it does keep you stretching.
I was referring to your “walks” – which are like challenges on “The Biggest Loser.”
which is why I ‘winked’.
BTW, I took you on a very short walk. 😛
I knew that and was grateful you didn’t make fun of me. BTW I still have that nasty black toenail from when I stubbed it in Nashville. First time I ever had one and it makes my already unattractive feet look far worse.
You do not have unattractive feet.
Sounds like a photo op.
iirc, the first picture I ever saw of her showed not her face, but her feet, while she was holding a baby. (Oddly, she’s not the only person I’ve met online whose feet I saw before I saw their face. We humans are a very weird little breed.)
Actually the way she was talking, I just wanted to see if she has hobbit feet. 🙂
You know what, Indy? You’re right. My feet are probably my favorite body part, which really speaks to how much I hate the rest of my body. But my feet are sturdy and proportional and since I never wear shoes they don’t have that ‘just slid out from under a rock’ look to them.
I have special exercises I do for my back. When I don’t do them is when I have the troubles I had the last couple of weeks.
I think once I get over the initial thing with my back, I’ll start walking some. I’ll reach for the first 100 yards.
sorry your back is still bothering you.
Thanks RF.
Morning FamilyMan!!!
Good morning Refinish.
I’m having trouble load pages this morning for some reason.
Sounds like you have some spyware on your computer slowing it down. I use ad-aware by lava soft to clean my system. the program is free.
http://www.lavasoftusa.com/software/adaware/
I’m back again. I’ve got Ad-Aware, Spybot, AVG and CCcleaner. When my last one crashed, I didn’t want to take any chances with the new one. 🙂
Have you run them lately? LOL
I run them every morning. AVG runs automatically and updates everyday.
Okay then either you need to defragment or call an expert LOL
I haven’t defraged in about a month, so I’ll probably do that tonight.
I know this is overly simple and you’ve probably done it already, but have you tried just clearing your browser cache?
As usual, just trying to sneak in somewhere among the zipping past comments to say hi.
Oh and can you help me fine the cache to clear when I’m running slow?
I wish. 🙂 I also wish we came with refresh buttons, and pause buttons, and that going home was just a click away…
Pause and refresh are great. I really want a mute button.
I almost have one of those. Gratefully, I can tune most annoying people right out. But a mute button would come in most handy for those damn yard guys.
When the grass stops growing they’ll just come around with leaf blowers and then snow blowers and plows. It’s a neverending cycle.
I know. ::cries::
Selective deafness is great. I use it all the time. I’m also good at the mumbled response that sounds like I was genuinely paying attention.
Yeah, if you check your ego at the door, you can skate by and ignore practically everything with just a few canned responses:
“I know what you mean.”
“That’s interesting.”
“How nice/hard for you.”
“Oh, I totally agree.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
The refresh button would be nice. I think I’m in a permanent pause.
I haven’t done it this morning, but I’m going to do it now.
Hopeful’s expectant look, not to be confused with her happy look.
That look says walk me or give me a treat. LOL
That look is really saying, “Who me? My butt on your pillow?” 🙂
I don’t know, to me it looks more like: “I pooped somewhere in the house and I’m just going to hope really hard that you don’t find it.”
Both of you are right. First, she pooped somewhere in the house, then she laid with her butt on my pillow.
and still wants a treat. LOL
Exactly! You’re like the dog whisperer, RF.
LOL No it is from having two spoiled brats of my own.
Have you tried to poopy/pee pads. They never worked for me, but I’ve heard other people had success.
Actually she hasn’t had an accident in several days. I think alot of it was being in her first heat and not being completely housebroken yet and things were all funny down there.
Then again it could be she wanted that pillow really bad. 🙂
You should’ve named that dog Karmic Lesson.
Or so Giddy says. See ya later.
See ya Andi.
Sadly, this baby is now a year old and living with two drugged out, unemployed skeevy parents and I really don’t know what’s going on his fragile little life. Hopefully Social Services does.
It’s so sad for a new life to come into the world like that.
Yeah. We had hopes that things would change – that overwhelming love and concern would turn her life around. But now the baby is another weapon they use with each other. I can see his future stretched out in front of him and it’s not a nice picture.
Hopefully the baby will be like others and overcome the failings of it’s parents.
That’s exactly how I arrived here. But if you want it to work out, and you catch a break now and then, you can still do all right.
If he has your smarts and your pluck he’ll be all right. Unfortunately, I think it’s a rare combination.
Being smart helped a lot. I think the other part of it was that my great-grandmother was a built-in babysitter for the first couple of years (she died when I was 2.5), and by the time my parents had to deal with me fulltime I could already read and was starting to write, so I had a way to channel fear and anger that didn’t necessarily involve violence.
See, you have cute feet! 🙂 And very nice hands.
Yep not hobbit feet.
I am soooo into hands. Always have been.
Now, I’m not insinuating that you’re secretly queer or anything, but as a general rule lesbians are very big on hands. ;p I always look at hands; they’re almost as important as eyes.
You would never insinuate that I’m secretly queer. 😉
I don’t! You’re the one who always does that. I just think it’s funny.
Not to change the subject because I like this one, but did you see on the news where Steve Irwin was killed.
Freaky way to die. But didn’t you just know it would come to something like that?
Yeah I did. I see a lot of these wildlife show where the host seems to take a lot of chances and most times I’m amazed they come out alive.
What made me certain he was an idiot is when he dangled his newborn son above a crocodile.
I never was really big into his shows. That one thing turned me off on watching his stuff. Then again, snakes and crocodiles are not what I call viewing pleasure.
I can’t imagine you watching his show at all without peeking between your fingers, hiding under the covers and taking some kind of horse tranquilizer. 🙂
LOL you’ve got me pegged!
It’s usually just a fast flip by with the remote. 🙂
I did, and thought it was sad even though it was totally predictable.
I’m just a flirt. Doesn’t really matter the gender of the flirtee.
Uh-huh. I totally buy that.
Um, was that sarcasm I heard?
Oh, you know I’m just playin’ wit’cha. I’m the same flirty way, I flirt with practically everyone I like, regardless of whatever sex/gender combination thing they have going on.
Yes, but you ARE queer, whereas I am not. I think. 😉
That’s bait, and I am not taking it.
Smart woman! 🙂
I’m going to open a new cafe for the rest of the day, although when we three leave I suspect it will die a quick death. 🙂