Truth Is: I *think* I see the light at the end of the tunnel where my blogging absence is concerned. I CAN'T WAIT to catch up and read blogs again. I MISS YOU ALL.
Truth Is: My printer ran out of ink at the absolute worst moment. Here's the thing: it didn't even let me know it was running low. Usually, the print will look lighter or something. Nope, nothing. It looked fabulous, then just stopped and said, "Black Ink Out." I pushed the on/off about a zillion times because I didn't trust the whole "black ink out" thing. Still, nothing. I'm convinced there's black ink still in there somewhere.
Truth Is: Wilderness Guy wanted to teach me how to pluck a chicken. I can't emphasize the "no" enough, here.
Truth Is: Never, ever have a cheesy nacho snack at night. Made this mistake. Won't make it again. There's a reason I'm not a snack person, apart from cereal. Must stick to cereal.
Truth Is: Mom was all excited about some diner-like mustard and ketchup bottles she found. She said they were super cute...with faces. Sadly, I didn't remember this little detail over the weekend. Had I remembered, I might have avoided a rather spastic me moment.
I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge for some milk, and was face-to face with this:
My reaction: Funky-freaked face, yelp, stumble, and butt-slam into the dishwasher. I swear, for a second, I thought something had possessed the contents of the fridge, like some Poltergeist movie.
The next time I face the blinking duo will be Memorial Day Weekend, and though I will not be spooked again, I'm pretty sure they will take great pleasure in mocking me...don't they have a mocking kind of look? Don't get me wrong, they're cute and all, but...they are a little creepy when you're not expecting them. lol
Anyway, I hope everyone has a WONDERFUL Memorial Day! God Bless all of our brave men and women, past, present, and future.
I miss hearing from you Frisky :)
ReplyDeletePrinters are one of those things that definitely break or run out of something at exactly the WRONG time, along with batteries and your bank card.
While I've never actually plucked a chicken myself I do know how. I was raised on a farm...
And those bottles are weird :p
Miss you too! I'm aiming to get back to blogging very soon. :)
DeleteOh, batteries are another one of those pesky little brats. lol
I have no clue how to pluck a chicken. I've seen it done on television (don't laugh lol). I just think my stomach couldn't handle it. lol
LOL--I felt like an idiot when I freaked out over them, but...they get all stare-y, and they don't stop. It's a little unsettling. lol
o...m....g.....those condiment bottles are FREAKY!! (runs to check my fridge)
ReplyDeleteI grew up on a farm. When I was a kid my grandma would use scalding hot water to dip the chicken carcass in to (apparently) loosen the feathers for plucking. It was messy, gross, and smelled horrible. I'd rather smell a wet dog.
Going to be a hot one here this weekend. Fire advisories are ups, so the locals can't shoot off fireworks. Pretty dry right now. I'm thinking about getting me a kiddie wading pool to lounge in all weekend ;-) Have a great one, Frisky!
LOL--Okay, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who gets a little spooked by them. lol
DeleteOh, I would so take the wet dog smell--any day. lol
You have a great one, too! Here's hoping Dale Jr. brings in that win! :)
Oh, yeah. Definitely mocking you. They probably look cute and sweet with everyone else and then put on their mocking look just for you. How dare they?
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
LOL--That sounds about right. lol
DeleteHow have you been? I hope you are doing well.
Many hugs~
I'm fine, sweetie. Just hot because summer comes to Florida early.
DeleteIf *anything* in the fridge had a face, then it would be freaky.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of freaking, I just freaked out over a cricket about 2" from my dang head. My cat was looking at something so I turned my head and there's this HUGE freaking cricket crawling right towards me. I yelled a certain expletive. Holy crap on a cracker, I was not prepared for that thing to be that freaking close to me. Just so ya know, I won. lol
And Wilderness Guy needs to get the hint that your not into plucking animals. lol
OMG. No. No, no, no. I hate--no loathe--crickets and grasshoppers. Unless their name is Jiminy and wear a top hat, I'm not cool with them. And I'm elated you won--not thinking I would have...they have a tendency to find my head, and that sends me into flake out mode. *shivers*
DeleteUh, yeah, ya think? He's nice, and I appreciate he knows how to do all of those things, but...it's just not for me. Can you imagine me plucking a chicken? It would be bad. Very, very bad. Just give me my McDonald's chicken mcnuggets, and we'll call it a day. lol
I always say the best chicken is a cooked chicken. LOL
DeleteMy latest aggravation is that my computer gives me no warning when the battery is about to die. Grrr... And I love those diner style bottles (minus the faces) but in the end, am just too lazy to fill them and use them. Although, I did know someone who had a caddy of them and used them for salad dressings as well. That way everyone could have what they wanted without a bunch of big bottles all over the table.
ReplyDeleteThat really is strange about the printer. You're right, usually you're supposed to get a warning of some sort. I hope it wasn't anything super important.
ReplyDeleteAnd--ack! I got startled just scrolling down and seeing your pic of those freaky bottles. I can only imagine opening up the fridge to that. Poor Frisky! I hope your tailbone is feeling better (ouch!)
I've missed your comments so much, Frisky!!!!! Hugs! And those condiment dispensers are freaky!
ReplyDeleteThose bottles are beyond disturbing!
ReplyDeleteAnd every time my printer tells me to change the ink I can get about another 100 pages worth out of what's left! No joke. That's why I'd always advice people to not change the ink until the ink starts to fade.
I miss your comments!