I'm thinking about Gary's chili in sourdough bowls ......sounds delish.

:oThat's what I forgot!!!

it was...and Angie took the leftovers to work today ;)

speaking of underwear...my dogs are playing tug of war with some of my nephew's right now...the ones he left on the floor in the guest room when he arrived from Virginia to be stationed here a few days ago...2 THINGS ~ #1 I am gonna kill him when I see him for leaving crap all over the guest room floor :mad: and #2 The dogs are ripping up not only his underwear but some socks and gym shorts and a t-shirt :D...knucklehead SOOOO! deserves it!

Good morning! Hope those of you in the storm are safe and warm. We're clear here. Thumbs nose and leaves.

Only thing I have to look out for is MODS...MODS closing my threads....:mad:

I know who she is and were to find her too.....;)

oh Ruth...

It is raining here though...Angie and my daughter are running a 5K with the mutts if it isn't too bad..

I am hoping to jump in and walk it....

So what did you do to make Ruth close your thread? And speaking of closing threads, Your bologna is running out...

Holey moley ! We are up to 36 posts already. I better start plotting....er, planning how I can dethrone operator.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwww did I hear someone say dethrone Operator?

Mayhem! Anarchy! Oh my!!

Beautiful, Sunny and Clear here. I don't even really need a jacket.:shrug: Hope anyone stuck in the storm is OK. Thumbs nose and joins Ruth in a cup 'o Scotch.

And ANYONE caught committing TREASON shall be dealt with quickly and explosively. :bomb: Even if she and I are both short, love rubies and happen to be Cancers.

40 . . .
 

. . . 460 to go. I predict by Christmas.

Bill pleeeaaaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! I knew it was you! Negative Ned!!

O.O!!!
X-mas?!?!
How 'bout before July 30th.
That's my prediction. :p

treason
 

Whew ! Glad you are not talking about me I just scraped by 'cuz I'm a Leo !

By Christmas ?
 

OMG.. are you sitting there with your abacus already ?

45 . . .
 

. . . 455 to go.

Yep, by Christmas. This little burst of enthusiasm will die out like New Year's Resolutions.

Don't get behind and make me pull out the . . . poems.