The SteveAndTiff Dultimatum

[SAT 9,609]

The ark of the covenant is on TV again.....they say if you touch it, you get shocked by 60 thousand volts....

[TBoneTX 45,865]

We did not get an audit-proof answer on this from Asia, oj nie:

The GS haul was as follows: Two huge jars (gallon-sized?), $1 ea.; a nice metal letter-holder, .25 (half-price); a Tide Detergent toy car for Mini-B., $1 (.50 off); 4 shirts for Mini-B., $2 total (half-price); a soup-ladle for Mrs. T-B., .10 (no discount, which left us gnashing our teeth angrily); 2 hand-towels, .50 total; a box of jelly-jars with lids, $1 (half-price); & the prize of them all -- a never-worn Croft & Barrow windbreaker jacket for $8 (orig. asking price $15). Got that from a nice old couple who had displayed just a few items amidst their subdivision sale. He had 3 similar, never-worn jackets available -- one was too short, the other had an uncomfortable feel, and this one (which is sold in Dillard's for probably $60) was perfect, si man. They readily accepted the offer of $8.

We shall hold our Thread Accountress, Asia, accountable for tallying the total expenditures above. However, this could cause trouble, for it is alleged that the mathematical system in Poland consists of these numbers:

1, and

2, and

"many."

Yes, Dear?

[TBoneTX 45,865]

I'm shocked and dismayed by the lack of uproarious banter in this thread, gee man. You should all be reported.

In thrilling local news, the broken toe held up surprisingly well today, during two long walks at workday's beginning & end and "shorter long walks" betwixt, see man. We had fresh tape on the offended digit and were wearing our squarest-configured shoes, si man.

In further thrilling local news, the cat suddenly could not be found this eve, and much time was spent looking for her. Had she not been spotted in the closet of the spare bedroom, someone would have jumped several feet and probably yelled quite audibly after said cat suddenly jumped onto bed during attempted nap, miao man. Any joy of rediscovery was blunted by the reality that the corpulent stinker spent another 20 minutes slurpily grooming herself, thus keeping Cat-Daddy awake until Mini-B. began loudly objecting to his nightly bath in the contiguous bathroom, decibels man. The nap was finally given up upon when it became time for the late TV news, sigh man. Naturally, cat followed Daddy downstairs and corpulently fell asleep on the couch, zzz man. She is now on the contiguous typewriter-chair, looking like an exploded pillow and snoring, miu man.

In even further thrilling local news, Mrs. T-B. set a second-place record with the status of tonight's kitchen sink, failing to surmount only the infamous "I made a cake!" day. With much muttering and cursing, We the Husband managed to wrangle most of the dishes into the dishwarsher, sigh man. Just afterwards, this dialogue ensued, hear man:

T-B.: I've seen a sink like this only once before, Cariño. And I couldn't fit this pot into the machine.

Mrs. T-B.: This pot is clean.

T-B.: What?!

Mrs. T-B.: I put that and the other things in the dishwasher to dry. I washed them already.

[T-B. considers shipping someone's shapely-yet-ballooning hindquarters back to Ecuador.]

T-B. [points to drying-rack]: The place to dry them is there, Cariño.

Mrs. T-B.: But I had to hide them in case Mama T-B. came over.

T-B.: She's at home with a cold, Cariño!

Mrs. T-B.: But she might still come over.

T-B.: No, she wouldn't. And thanks for bringing down Mini-B.'s 8,006 rancid milk-bottles from the bedroom.

Mrs. T-B.: There aren't that many up there... are there?

T-B.: There are only 8,005, then. I apologize for accusing you unfairly.

Mrs. T-B. [fluttering puppy-dog eyes]: Cariño...

T-B. [rolling eyes, knowing what's coming]: How much, Cariño?

Mrs. T-B.: Just $100. For those dining-room chairs from the lady in my group.

T-B.: Cariñoooooo! The first credit-card bill with your name on it just came, for $790!

Mrs. T-B. [immediately looking innocent]: I didn't do it.

T-B.: Then who did?

Mrs. T-B.: Fantasmas [ghosts]. Is Mini-B. awake? [Runs upstairs to check.]

T-B. [to self]:

Edited November 19, 2013 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 45,865]

So much for going to bed at a reasonable hour, no man. Must empty dishwarsher, attend to cat who will certainly awaken and require ministry, and prep for/go to bed, zzz man. More action tomorrow, huh men?

[Asia 2,498]

Either way, they now have taken their son back and decided to medicate him so he is not so "hyperactive".

Yeah, what's the point to actually work on the issue, when you can just simply put it to sleep.

Probably that's ignorant of me to say, since I don't have kids.

But I wouldn't imagine to take the easiest route in that kind of issue.

[Asia 2,498]

We did not get an audit-proof answer on this from Asia, oj nie:

Yes, Dear?

Hmmm...

Did you spent $14.85 on that GS?

I'm not sure what answer did you expect from me

[Asia 2,498]

I'm shocked and dismayed by the lack of uproarious banter in this thread, gee man. You should all be reported.

In thrilling local news, the broken toe held up surprisingly well today, during two long walks at workday's beginning & end and "shorter long walks" betwixt, see man. We had fresh tape on the offended digit and were wearing our squarest-configured shoes, si man.

In further thrilling local news, the cat suddenly could not be found this eve, and much time was spent looking for her. Had she not been spotted in the closet of the spare bedroom, someone would have jumped several feet and probably yelled quite audibly after said cat suddenly jumped onto bed during attempted nap, miao man. Any joy of rediscovery was blunted by the reality that the corpulent stinker spent another 20 minutes slurpily grooming herself, thus keeping Cat-Daddy awake until Mini-B. began loudly objecting to his nightly bath in the contiguous bathroom, decibels man. The nap was finally given up upon when it became time for the late TV news, sigh man. Naturally, cat followed Daddy downstairs and corpulently fell asleep on the couch, zzz man. She is now on the contiguous typewriter-chair, looking like an exploded pillow and snoring, miu man.

In even further thrilling local news, Mrs. T-B. set a second-place record with the status of tonight's kitchen sink, failing to surmount only the infamous "I made a cake!" day. With much muttering and cursing, We the Husband managed to wrangle most of the dishes into the dishwarsher, sigh man. Just afterwards, this dialogue ensued, hear man:

T-B.: I've seen a sink like this only once before, Cariño. And I couldn't fit this pot into the machine.

Mrs. T-B.: This pot is clean.

T-B.: What?!

Mrs. T-B.: I put that and the other things in the dishwasher to dry. I washed them already.

[T-B. considers shipping someone's shapely-yet-ballooning hindquarters back to Ecuador.]

T-B. [points to drying-rack]: The place to dry them is there, Cariño.

Mrs. T-B.: But I had to hide them in case Mama T-B. came over.

T-B.: She's at home with a cold, Cariño!

Mrs. T-B.: But she might still come over.

T-B.: No, she wouldn't. And thanks for bringing down Mini-B.'s 8,006 rancid milk-bottles from the bedroom.

Mrs. T-B.: There aren't that many up there... are there?

T-B.: There are only 8,005, then. I apologize for accusing you unfairly.

Mrs. T-B. [fluttering puppy-dog eyes]: Cariño...

T-B. [rolling eyes, knowing what's coming]: How much, Cariño?

Mrs. T-B.: Just $100. For those dining-room chairs from the lady in my group.

T-B.: Cariñoooooo! The first credit-card bill with your name on it just came, for $790!

Mrs. T-B. [immediately looking innocent]: I didn't do it.

T-B.: Then who did?

Mrs. T-B.: Fantasmas [ghosts]. Is Mini-B. awake? [Runs upstairs to check.]

T-B. [to self]:

1) You better report us all

2) Poor you still hobbling...

3) Why were you looking for her at all? I'm sure if she gets angry, she's able to find her way downstairs or something

4) @ Mrs. T-B

[Asia 2,498]

OK, I've got some questions to you Marines.

Sorry in advance for my poor/wrong naming or anything, but I'm not too familiar with the US Army and all. I hope you'll forgive me my ignorance.

So... yesterday I saw "Captain Phillips". IMHO it was brilliant (and Tom Haks should get an Oscar for that movie IMHO). There was USS Bainbridge there and every time when the captain of that ship walked into the main room, I don't know what's the proper name for that - it's the room when there are some computers, screens with the Marines looking and checking things on the sea. So every time the captain walked into that room, one of the Marines announced: "The captain on he bridge" (or at least I think these were the words).

What's the point of announcing it? So the rest of the crew would act professionally and appropriate?

If you could explain that for me, I'd be grateful

[Caryh 5,206]

The rescue group had me go pick up a troubled dog from a new foster. Said dog was acting aggressive with the foster, and they needed someone who would not be bullied to evaluate the dogs potential to be adopted. This dog is a total psycho! He does alright if kept under constant control and working, but try and sit down and relax and the dog will totally go off on anyone and anything, attacking it. I've spent two days trying to get this guy to calm down, its just not happening. I don't know who the heck abused this dog until it was crazy, but it appears the dog is not going to have a future because of it. I got into rescue to save dogs from being put down, I've gotten a number of problem dogs turned around and turned into pet material again. Its a bit depressing having to say there's nothing I can do for this dog. I'm hoping we can find a rescue with true expertise with rehabilitating dogs that are this bad, but I don't think there are any.

[Caryh 5,206]

OK, I've got some questions to you Marines.

Sorry in advance for my poor/wrong naming or anything, but I'm not too familiar with the US Army and all. I hope you'll forgive me my ignorance.

So... yesterday I saw "Captain Phillips". IMHO it was brilliant (and Tom Haks should get an Oscar for that movie IMHO). There was USS Bainbridge there and every time when the captain of that ship walked into the main room, I don't know what's the proper name for that - it's the room when there are some computers, screens with the Marines looking and checking things on the sea. So every time the captain walked into that room, one of the Marines announced: "The captain on he bridge" (or at least I think these were the words).

What's the point of announcing it? So the rest of the crew would act professionally and appropriate?

If you could explain that for me, I'd be grateful

That was a great movie!

Being a layman, I can only offer what little I know, the control center of the ship is called the bridge. Someone always must have command on the bridge. When the captain leaves the bridge, someone is given authority to make the decisions in the captain's absence. This is announced by the captain before he leaves. Upon returning the the bridge, the captain automatically gets authority back, the "Captain on the Bridge" is the formal announcement of that change in authority back to the captain.

I'll let the navy vet correct any mistakes I made from my layman's view of it.

[Novembro 1,763]

banter banter banter

[Darnell 8,479]

banter banter banter B-DAY !

[Novembro 1,763]

YAY BIRTHDAY!

[Caryh 5,206]

YAY BIRTHDAY!

Who's birthday? Happy birthday whoever you are! banter banter banter

[Novembro 1,763]

tis my birthday!

My friend and I had a joint birthday party on Sunday. Harry Potter themed. We made wands, drank Butterbeer and dressed up as our favorite characters.

It was fab.