Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
It’s teh penultimate day of the work week; yay!
I wonder if this cunning new merchandising plan will be successful:
Magic Eight Ball says “Yes”.
Hi Fatwa -- and good morning, GN!
What’s really inside a Magic Eight Ball:
Sure Happy It’s Thursday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
Mac -- today’s thread-pic is spot-on.
The Ducks swept Calgary to move on to the next round. Let’s hope they stay healthy and provide a little more support for their goalie.
Manflu alert!! Cover your mouth if you get close to the screen.
I so rarely get the cold or flu Elena’s father got it last week, she thrashed taking care of him and came down with it Saturday. I thrashed caring for her Saturday and Sunday and came down with it Monday. I thought I was just worn out as Sunday I was pushing for a couple of hours until exhausted, would lay down a bit, and then continue. It was clear Tuesday it was flu. I think I could count the number of times I had the flu in over thirty years on one hand.
Paddy, I’ve had cats helping me that way a number of times. I imagine you have too.
Hai, Paddy and Mac!
Sorry to read about the pass-around flu; hope that Elena, her father and you are all doing better.
When I lived in Cleveland, the neighbors across my back porch -- servers who sometimes had to work split shifts -- had a dog and a cat I used to attend to when they couldn’t. Whenever I went over to feed the beasties, the very friendly cat used to jump from the kitchen counter onto my shoulders while I was bent-over feeding teh puppy. (Like I was going to forget to feed him, too. Which, of course, would never have happened.)
The cat remained on my shoulders until his food and water had been taken care of; that always tickled me. He’d finally jump off after the water bowl had been filled and put back on the floor.
I love that. My tomcat used to jump on my shoulders and wrap himself over my neck like a shawl as I walked around. I always worried a bit but he seemed very secure and never slipped. I think I have an old photo of that in an album but not in digital form. I will have to scan some more of those old pictures in.
Hope you are feeling better, Mac.