A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
That was an, erm, interesting article, Fatwa.
“Hey, lady! Wanna help me make some cream cheese? I guarantee you’ll have a gouda time! I’m the real Monterey Jack!”
We got about a third of an inch of rain yesterday, which is good news, and we managed to collect about 75 gallons running off the roof before we ran out of buckets. I also learned that I have a leak in the roof. I was able to narrow down the suspect area when I put a tarp on the roof yesterday, but repairs will have to wait until later in the week. For now, the tarp is working just fine. We really need to replace the roof (26-27 years old, composition shingle over wood shake), but should be able to survive with patches until the financial situation improves.
Teh Older and I are going to a beer festival this afternoon at the County Fair. We’re both looking forward to it.
Bummer about the roof leak, Paddy. If you’re going to be using mastic as part of the repair, I recommend spending the extra money for modified mastic. (Because it dries-out and becomes brittle more slowly than the cheaper stuff.)
Also, GeoCel tri-polymer is an excellent elastomeric caulk. (Not cheap, and you’ll probably need to purchase it from a roofing yard, ‘tho.)
“When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist.”
G’day, GN!
Perhaps it’s ’cause the kawfee hasn’t kicked-in yet that I’m inordinately amused by this article:
Notorious ‘Swiss Cheese Pervert’ pleads guilty to flashing women from his car and propositioning them while holding slices of cheese.
Rather than pull quotes, I will only say that the facts of the case are more peculiar than the headline would indicate.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
That was an, erm, interesting article, Fatwa.
“Hey, lady! Wanna help me make some cream cheese? I guarantee you’ll have a gouda time! I’m the real Monterey Jack!”
Hai, Paddy!
“I’m really not some kind of Munster, it’s just my whey!”
Also, since the incident took place in Philadelphia, [insert Philly cheese steak joke here].
That’s why I always have provolone on my cheese steak.
Off to church. BBL.
We got about a third of an inch of rain yesterday, which is good news, and we managed to collect about 75 gallons running off the roof before we ran out of buckets. I also learned that I have a leak in the roof. I was able to narrow down the suspect area when I put a tarp on the roof yesterday, but repairs will have to wait until later in the week. For now, the tarp is working just fine. We really need to replace the roof (26-27 years old, composition shingle over wood shake), but should be able to survive with patches until the financial situation improves.
Teh Older and I are going to a beer festival this afternoon at the County Fair. We’re both looking forward to it.
Bummer about the roof leak, Paddy. If you’re going to be using mastic as part of the repair, I recommend spending the extra money for modified mastic. (Because it dries-out and becomes brittle more slowly than the cheaper stuff.)
Also, GeoCel tri-polymer is an excellent elastomeric caulk. (Not cheap, and you’ll probably need to purchase it from a roofing yard, ‘tho.)
Hope the beer festival rawks.
Sheesh, it’s like living in Texas without all the benefits. An inch of rain an hour and it’s warm and quite muggy.
The funniest lines I’ve read all weekend:
“When my wife told me she wanted to open our marriage and take other lovers, she wasn’t rejecting me, she was embracing herself. When I understood that, I finally became a feminist.”