EZ, you better be careful, or your DW will see you disparaging her color scheme (o:

Bargoo, did you know there are over 20 breeds of dog that can have black on their tongue? Everyone knows about chows, but I remember that list also includes flat-coat retrievers, german shepard, akitas (probably because I have owned each of those breeds during my life).

Oh, I have no problem telling her to her face! I'm much taller than she is :)

I'm not afraid of her :)

Not sure why I keep waking up in the morning with these bumps on my head though.....


Spending part of the day here moving an heating and ac vent for the crown mold around the cabinets and maybe try to fix the mistake the stove installer made :mad:

Got the kitchen sink in and dishwasher before Angie got home yesterday so that was good :)

Working again tonight to pay for my day job ;)

"Are you serious?! You just texted me?"

"I knew you wouldn't answer my call"

'I didn't think you knew how to text"

"I'm just learning"

"What do you need?"

"You to call me in the morning before you go to the Lexus"

"I'll text you"

"Call me"


"I'll think about it"

"***hole"

" :D have a good rest of your evening Chief"

Last night's 8pm text fest between my boss and I :)

And... did you call or text this morning?

:D He called me and told me the job wasn't ready...

Then I asked him if he knew that was what he was going to tell me this morning....

he said yes and I asked then why didn't you tell me last night?

he says...

wait for it










it was too much to text!!

really!!!??? are you serious....oh em gee :)

What a winner of a boss... really... lol.

Yep, for a self admitted workaholic and one who thinks work comes before family....

he isn't all bad.....

but he sure isn't easy to work for either! ;)

EZ - in the words of my dear departed husband "A mental midget!"

Been horribly busy and a tad stressed so looking forward to a peaceful Sunday afternoon before I leap into the fray again tomorrow morning.

If I have to work this hard, I should get paid, right? "Great will be your reward in heaven" just doesn't cut it!

Yep Ruth, but if you didn't do what you do...

you'd have so much free time we'd probably find you...

drinkin' and runnin' wild in the streets at night...

not that that would be all bad.

Well, gosh, I hope so ! Can I meet you some place, Ruth ? We could have a girl's night out . I'll bet Operator would like to join us.

Bargoo, any time you want to join me, my spare room is waiting and I can be at the Ottawa airport in 90 minutes.

Crisis of the week: the mice have decided to live in The Old Stone Mill and have munched their way through the canvas on an expensive piece of antique equipment. We start grinding grain in less than three weeks so need an army of cats for the mice. Their little canvas tents can be used can use to fix the bolter. On the other hand, we could sell the flour as flour for caraway rye bread.

Shocking . . . just shocking, most shocking thing I've ever read - shameful:Until I read this - shameless (LMAO, but nevertheless shameless, beneath shame):
I want potential posters to know that this is not that kind of thread. Think rather a dignified Victorian group of ladies and gentlemen. Clearly it is necessary for da Operator to lay down the law.

I was thinking the same thing Bill...

these women have lost control...

Tell the truth, Bill and Gary.......wouldn't your life be truly boring without us ?

Come now... you gentlemen know we are always in control **smiles ever so sweetly**

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A crow was harassing a Red-tailed Hawk this morning when we were out birding - just having a good time. It didn't bother the Crow that the hawk didn't mind, he was having fun. Crows lead the good life.

If I live well in this life, I want to reincarnate as a Crow. And poop on folks out for a walk without a hat. And use tools to open milk bottles. And hassle hawks. The good life.

If I were a crow I could make nonsense posts on the Threadkiller - off the wall and out of the blue - just for the fun of it.

I would reincarnate as a Majestic Eagle and I wouldn't allow any crows or hawks in my territory and I would swoop down on the mice in Ruthie's mill, they would never know what hit them.

Well the cabinets are 3/4 of the way done...

same as the floor...

more work this week-end and come Monday night...

cross your fingers...

my favorite wife will be off my back!

Although, friends from church are in a bbq contest at the neighborhood brewery...

I can walk there and stumble back..

if she chooses to "ignore" my pleas for ride home...

then again, it would be nice to finish the house!

oh woe is me with these hard decisions....

Sheesh! Mouse poop and crow poop! What next? DO NOT ANSWER THAT!

On this thread it is mostly BS.

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Anybody want to go to a Mad Hatter's Tea Party on May 19?

Is that you on the left with red hair?

Dang Ruth...I would love to but I am not a fan of whimsical sandwiches...

they make me gassy.

And Cerveza doesn't ?

It can...but I've found if I have enough I don't really care...

did I mention Angie usually sleeps in her yoga room?

Smart girl !

Is she really though?

She bought us both new medicine cabinets...I installed them...all my stuff fit in mine just fine...

I even had a lot of leftover space...

not now...

she has loaded up MY medicine chest with her x-tra stuff.

As I said , Angie is a smart girl. What is it they say about marriage ? What is yours is mine and what is mine is mine, too

I'm reading Mockingjay - can't stop to chat.

Sounds like fun, but will be at DogScout camp, so I guess you will have to enjoy it for all of us (o:

And what is DogScout camp ?

Only the happiest place on earth (o: lol

Seriously though, think Boy Scouts, or Girl Scouts, but for people and their dogs. Our dogs earn badges for things they have learned. And we get to spend time with other people who are as crazy about their dogs as we are (o:

If you want to learn more, the website is... http://dogscouts.org/
I know it is technically Dog Scouts of America, but we have members from several other countries, including Canada.

Ruth, I would like to attend the Mad Hatter's Tea Party, but unless I can find a hat like the women wear who attend the Kentucky Derby , I'm not coming.

This was just too funny not to share!!!



When I was a child in the 1950s, the bathing suit for the mature figure
was-boned, trussed and reinforced, not so much sewn as engineered. They were
built to hold back and uplift, and they did a good job.

Today's stretch fabrics are designed for the prepubescent girl with a figure
carved from a potato chip.

The mature woman has a choice, she can either go up front to the maternity
department and try on a floral suit with a skirt, coming away looking like a
hippopotamus that escaped from Disney's Fantasia, or she can wander around
every run-of-the-mill department store trying to make a sensible choice from
what amounts to a designer range of fluorescent rubber bands.

What choice did I have? I wandered around, made my sensible choice and
entered the chamber of horrors known as the fitting room. The first thing I
noticed was the extraordinary tensile strength of the stretch material. The
Lycra used in bathing costumes was developed, I believe, by NASA to launch
small rockets from a slingshot, which gives the added bonus that if you
manage to actually lever yourself into one, you would be protected from
shark attacks. Any shark taking a swipe at your passing midriff would
immediately suffer whiplash.

I fought my way into the bathing suit, but as I twanged the shoulder strap
in place I gasped in horror, my boobs had disappeared!

Eventually, I found one boob cowering under my left armpit. It took a while
to find the other. At last I located it flattened beside my seventh rib.

The problem is that modern bathing suits have no bra cups. The mature woman
is now meant to wear her boobs spread across her chest like a speed bump. I
realigned my speed bump and lurched toward the mirror to take a full view
assessment.

The bathing suit fit all right, but unfortunately it only fitted those bits
of me willing to stay inside it. The rest of me oozed out rebelliously from
top, bottom and sides. I looked like a lump of Playdoh wearing undersized
cling wrap.

As I tried to work out where all those extra bits had come from, the
prepubescent sales girl popped her head through the curtain, "Oh, there you
are," she said, admiring the bathing suit.

I replied that I wasn't so sure and asked what else she had to show me. I
tried on a cream crinkled one that made me look like a lump of masking tape,
and a floral two-piece that gave the appearance of an oversized napkin in a
serving ring.

I struggled into a pair of leopard-skin bathers with ragged frills and came
out looking like Tarzan's Jane, pregnant with triplets and having a rough
day.

I tried on a black number with a midriff fringe and looked like a jellyfish
in mourning.

I tried on a bright pink pair with such a high cut leg I thought I would
have to wax my eyebrows to wear them.

Finally, I found a suit that fit, it was a two-piece affair with a
shorts-style bottom and a loose blouse-type top. It was cheap, comfortable,
and bulge-friendly, so I bought it. My ridiculous search had a successful
outcome, I figured.

When I got it home, I found a label that read, "Material might become
transparent in water."

So, if you happen to be on the beach or near any other body of water this
year and I'm there too, I'll be the one in cut-off jeans and a T-shirt!



You'd better be laughing or rolling on the floor by this time. Life isn't
about how to survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain, with or
without a stylish bathing suit!

Do you ever wish you had a perfect response to someone's insulting remark ? My DIL nephew called the ski shop with a question about his ski. Peter is about 38 , very active and not an ounce of fat on his body. The clerk proceeds to tell him his ski is out of date but we have a new one for you guys, now. Peter says, and who are "you guys" ? The clerk says "You know, the guys that have gotten older, put on a pound or two and are out of step".Peter thanked him and said that was very nice of you and then said "I have two words for your boys in marketing, can you guess what they are ?

LOL at the two words to the guys in marketing.

It's morning. Wake up. Service your obligation to bring this thread to its end.

You crack me up.

Gosh! It's been morning a couple of posts in a row. Is this a trend?

Slowly going mad here but do hope to cover it up with a silly hat later today for the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. Gorgeous weekend is happening.

:D

Have a great Tea Party Ruth!







I was considering closing this thread due to lack of effort.....but then I realized I didn't have the authority....dang!

Sometimes a man has to do things alone.



[Is there a Methadone for one's threadkiller fix?]