Today I’ll be taking TM to the base for the pharmacy & commissary. We also have to go by headquarters for a new agent letter for me. Mine expires in Oct. Last time we tried to do this, the guy was in a budget meeting. I hope he is free today. This is when I have to have her with me. Lately she has been wanting to go out for lunch afterwards, so I may have a full day of Crackhouse fun.
Sunday morning, I zipped over to the crackhouse mansion to give them our old big tv. She was thrilled with it. Worthless grandson got it hooked up in time to watch the Cowboy game . I didn’t tell her that BW was home, so there was not a stream of phone calls from her until later that night.
The kick she is on right now is some nursing home keeps calling her to come for a tour & inviting her to dinners & parties. Their hook is that “we take VA benefits”. But it is in Arlington & her doctor isn’t going to drive out there when he owns a nursing home near where TM lives now.
About once a month she gets something in the mail that she drives us crazy with. Cremation plans, nursing homes, insurance plans, reverse mortgage-it’s one after the other.
Hiya, RabBeet…thanks for your second flooring installation installment yesterday!
This one had a staff that looked like every country song ever recorded. Well, except for the Indian/Paki/whatever cook.
Heh. While we don’t dine out very often, olive Waffle House and have some understanding of why they’re such a institution. The one nearest us (which I’ve only gone to for carry-out orders) not only has a staff like the one you described…it applies to teh clientele, too.
My brain automatically plays teh “Deliverance” music in my head while I’m waiting for my order; can’t help it. I guess it’s a combination of being a Bad Gerbil and a Yankee transplant.
Fortunately, none of the customers has ever told me to “squeal like a sausage patty”.
I’m watching Ted Cruz on the floor of the senate speaking away. I listened to pundits on the way home and read few more online, about how awful this is, what a distraction it is, how it gives Obama an out to be the good guy, how now we’ll never get answers about all those scandals cuz of this distraction.
Guess what? Without any other distractions, we still havent gotten answers about F&F after what, almost 4 years? A year after Benghazi, we still dont know what happened, not to mention what happened with the IRS, the NSA, etc.
O grabbin’!
Today I’ll be taking TM to the base for the pharmacy & commissary. We also have to go by headquarters for a new agent letter for me. Mine expires in Oct. Last time we tried to do this, the guy was in a budget meeting. I hope he is free today. This is when I have to have her with me. Lately she has been wanting to go out for lunch afterwards, so I may have a full day of Crackhouse fun.
Sunday morning, I zipped over to the crackhouse mansion to give them our old big tv. She was thrilled with it. Worthless grandson got it hooked up in time to watch the Cowboy game . I didn’t tell her that BW was home, so there was not a stream of phone calls from her until later that night.
The kick she is on right now is some nursing home keeps calling her to come for a tour & inviting her to dinners & parties. Their hook is that “we take VA benefits”. But it is in Arlington & her doctor isn’t going to drive out there when he owns a nursing home near where TM lives now.
About once a month she gets something in the mail that she drives us crazy with. Cremation plans, nursing homes, insurance plans, reverse mortgage-it’s one after the other.
Gotta hop.
See ya later.
(POO-f)
G’morning from Happy Larryville, GN!
Hiya, RabBeet…thanks for your second flooring installation installment yesterday!
Heh. While we don’t dine out very often, olive Waffle House and have some understanding of why they’re such a institution. The one nearest us (which I’ve only gone to for carry-out orders) not only has a staff like the one you described…it applies to teh clientele, too.
My brain automatically plays teh “Deliverance” music in my head while I’m waiting for my order; can’t help it. I guess it’s a combination of being a Bad Gerbil and a Yankee transplant.
Fortunately, none of the customers has ever told me to “squeal like a sausage patty”.
BBL.
Sheesh, Fatwa, you kilt a thread that has wonderful Rabbit stories in it. What a meanie.
Great stories, Rabbit; loved reading them. I’m inspired to change my name from Sven to Quarterrounds.
Sven Kvartalrunde. It has a nice ring to it!
I’m watching Ted Cruz on the floor of the senate speaking away. I listened to pundits on the way home and read few more online, about how awful this is, what a distraction it is, how it gives Obama an out to be the good guy, how now we’ll never get answers about all those scandals cuz of this distraction.
Guess what? Without any other distractions, we still havent gotten answers about F&F after what, almost 4 years? A year after Benghazi, we still dont know what happened, not to mention what happened with the IRS, the NSA, etc.
So I say you go Ted Cruz!
*Shrugs*
Being a thread-kilterer seems to be part of my unfortunate nature of late; it’s not like I set out to do it deliberately.
Which could be Americanized to “Lad Moulding”.
I think I like Paddy’s version better. 😉
Sven Kvartalrunde. You know, I like that. A lot.