Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Black Friday, Wheelizens!
Per Drudge, there have already been two Black Friday-related deaths in America; USA! USA! USA!
Hope you all had a lovely day yesterday; enjoy your pie for breakfast and leftovers.
Happy day after Thanksgiving, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
Nope. Not going shopping today.
Well, I might. I may run out to the lumber yard and pick up some boards to trim out some of the work we’ve been doing on the house.
I hope y’all had a wonderful feast yesterday. I feel good that I didn’t over-indulge, but was pleasantly sated. I hope Mac figured out his insulin.
Thank you, Paddy. I filled a syringe and took it along.
Note for next time, maybe don’t put alcohol swabs in the refrigerator. Those babies were COLD on the stomach!
Happy Friday and good morning!
Man, doI feel chagrined. Got up this morning, had some coffee and pecan pie and then pop on here and there’s Fatwa saying have some pie for breakfast. Caught.
Hai, Paddy and Sven!
I had me some punkin pie and coffee for breakfast; nom!
I managed not to overindulge yesterday. To reward myself, I’m going to put on some coffee and have a another piece of pie. 😉
This strikes me as a gerbilly version of the Trolley Problem:
And this one’s for Mac (but Brenda can relate to it, too):
Welcome to Trump’s America.
Is that what is meant by c**kslapping?
There were only six of us last night so it was quiet. My house is very quiet today as Elena and her crazy family headed off early this morning for the casino. Just me and lots of turkey! I just did my turn on the treadmill so lunch is next. Yummm!
Sadly, she brought home no pie, but I had some last night. Pie and coffee is a wonderful breakfast. We can’t live forever.
Good on you for hitting the treadmill.
Funny story about pies. My brother asked what he could bring to dinner yesterday like two weeks ago. Mrs Sven wasnt around to ask, so I said why not bring a couple of pies. Then Tuesday, Mrs Sven’s sister sent Mrs Sven an email saying she waited in line for hours, but got four pies to bring over dinner. So that’s 7 pies coming over…
So I call my brother Wednesday and ask if he bought the pies already--nope, but they are on order and he’ll pick them up Thursday on the way over. So I can’t very well tell him not to bring them as he was the first one to call dibs.
Mrs Sven calls her sister and says not to bring her pies (7-4=3 so OK), but then she’s hunting through her emails for Thanksgiving and finds one from her niece saying that since no one told her what to bring, she’s bringing pies (7-4+3=6).
So Mrs Sven sends off an email to the niece saying, no don’t bring pies, and BTW you didnt even ask what you could bring, so don’t give me no s**t if you already bought them. Mrs Sven is a bit frazzled by now--it’s the people are coming over Thanksgiving Day jitters and panic thing.
The niece responds with an I don’t know what you are talking about which prompts Mrs Sven to pull up the email about the pies so she can show her silly niece what she’s talking about and then realizes that the email she was responding to was from 2010.
Anyhow, we ended up with 3 pies which was more than enough.
Naughty Mac!!! (I heartily approve, BTW.) 😉
Glad that you wound-up with an appropriate number of pies.
I just had another narrow wedge with a couple cups o’ coffee to celebrate ending my work week. (And am very glad that LambiePieK has been spending the day reading and puttering about online; she deserves it.)
We have done nothing today. I had stuff to do, but started reading and fell asleep. Mrs Sven has been catching up on Gilmore Girls on Netflix cuz there is an extremely exciting 4-episode NEW Gilmore Girls on Netflix that I will have to suffer through.
I did watch a new movie: Hell or High Water. A screwed over by the bank losing the ranch in Texas rob banks to get the money and pursued by old lawman nearing retirement plot. It was a lot better than I thought it would be. I give it 4 out of 5 Rape and Pillages on the Sven movie critic scale.
I give it 4 out of 5 Rape and Pillages on the Sven movie critic scale.
That got 2/2 hearty guffaws from Larryville.
Gilmore Girls. Shoot. Me. Now.
Last night. Wife, two daughters: we’re watching Gilmore Girls all day tomorrow! Tea! Chocolates! Popcorn!
Husband: Wanna go out for a beer? Or five?