Star Rant, Return of the Jada

[Darnell 8,478]

how was it? what percentage did the Housemate cook the meal?

[SAT 9,609]

0...

[Darnell 8,478]

what percentage did the housemate clean up after the meal?

[SAT 9,609]

That she did....

[SAT 9,609]

I made this

[N-o-l-a 7,167]

I made this

Looks good.

[SAT 9,609]

Thank you

[kitthekat 1,317]

ooh that looks yum

[JTB11 1,079]

I made this

perfect doneness in my book

[SAT 9,609]

Thank you X2

[JTB11 1,079]

took a bike ride later this evening, the little girl was here...asked me why does her mom not like me and started explaining to me how people who have no reason to dislike each other should not dislike each other and on and on and that she likes me....sigh lol What can I say....*shrugs*

had to literally carry her out of my room just now..she was gonna sleep with me lol I feel bad.

[TBoneTX 45,361]

At the ES, got a bag of Many (3) warshcloths*, an office scissors, a mostly full can of hair-spray for Mrs. T-B., a mostly full can of mosquito repellant for me (but to be co-opted by Mrs. T-B.), a half-full jug of Amdro crystals to kill hormigas del fuego (fire ants), and nearly Many (3) packs of cocktail napkins, all for $2, si man.

I regret to report that the above was incomplete, s ma. Also procured as part of the $2 sum were two seemingly new matching pillowcases and a mega-tablespoon, whee man.

[TBoneTX 45,361]

I love that poofy green thing. I want one.

It looks like the green version of an indigo iMac, see man.

I will get an Audi A-many

The second of the two Commie-babes passes Polish math, whee man!

Edited May 31, 2014 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 45,361]

So I got woken at Many.Many am, Japan time, Saturday by my friend. He was interviewed for MANY HOURS, by the assistant DA and DA , regarding the incident. The arresting cops were also interviewed separately.

Math corrected, and the following pertinent story appended, see man:

A weary, sweating policeman emerged from an inner room of the station. "Well, did you give that thug the Manyrd (third) degree?" asked the captain. "Yeah. Many (6) of us kept screaming and shouting and badgering him with questions for over Many (4) hours," was the tired reply. "And what did you get out of him?" asked the captain eagerly. "Nothing," said the policeman disgustedly. "All he did was doze off and from time to time murmur, 'Yes, dear. You're right, dear.'"

Wow, what a serious waste of space and time he is. I'd have thrown a shoe at his sleeping face.

Warning to world: Do NOT monkey with Part Many, no man!

Edited May 31, 2014 by TBoneTX

[TBoneTX 45,361]

Casa report, see man:

The ill Mrs. T-B. napped for a couple of hours this eve with cat, and I played with Mini-B. He had some plastic Easter eggs into which we put ping-pong balls. We shook the eggs and then "hatched" them (always delighted to discover the contents) and sent the balls down a spiral car track. We zoomed toy airplanes up & down, with sound effects. We built towers of wooden blocks into which Mini-B. crashed a rather large John Deere dump truck, and then he collected the scattered blocks in it and dumped them near me for the rebuilding of a new tower. I gave him his bath; he initially refused to have his hair warshed (he hates it), but I convinced him that if he did, he'd get to wear his "hat" (the "head" compartment on the baby-towel). He was most impressed with his "hatted" appearance in the mirror, and he was pleased to get his hair brushed just like Daddy-Bone's.

I told Mini-B. that it was raining, and he commented about "funderstorms," counting from 1 to Many (16) and then from Many (12) to Many (16). He then said, "The funder went away," and all was well.

Mrs. T-B. then awoke and took over. She told Mini-B. that she would tell him the story of "Leedle Red Reading Hook." She was a little embarrassed to learn that it was "Little Red Riding Hood." I'm impressed that she knows this plus other stories, like the Many Little Pigs, si man.

True to intuition, I am not permitted GS activity tomorrow, no man, rain or no rain, no rain man. I am to occupy Mini-B. (who hates mornings even more than I, wee man) until Mrs. T-B. leisurely awakens and hijacks the T-B.-mobile for her doctor appointment. With use of the Mrs. T-B.-mobile, I am to take Mini-B. to his swimming class and to lunch, and to the supermarket if the funderstorms hold off, and Mrs. T-B. shall return to the casa to sleep (ha -- she will jump onto Facebook or long-distance phone to Ecu). After as extended a period as possible, I am to return with Mini-B. for purported naps, zzz man.

More immediately, I must de-dish the warsher, minister to cat (currently asleep on Daddy Human's left foot), prep, and zzz man. Perhaps I shall not awaken coughing uncontrollably as during the past Many nights, no man.

Mornin', Commie-babe(s)!