Talk about your day thread

[wease]

Nice little Saturday you have planned there, wease.

Goddamn. It’s too fucking much. At least I’m going to get to relax some next weekend.

Hope your wife is ok, spike.

Funyuns are the best

[E.H. Ruddock]

You keeping an eye on the rearview mirror for that ex employee with the gun?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Also hope all is ok spike

[wease]

I was there yesterday for about 6 hours. I hired her replacement. Since she isn’t allowed on the property, I’m banking on her being a terrible shot from a distance.

[Biff Pocoroba]

Going to mom’s this afternoon. A neighbor is having birthday cookout (he’s in his late 70s and a widower, it’s really his family throwing a get together as the neighbor was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few months ago) so it will be nice to see some of people I grew up around.

Ugh, I’m getting old. All of his grandkids are now within a few years of thirty, either way, with families of their own so several little kids running around.

[Mickey]

Wife’s undergoing sorta emergency surgery. Everything will be fine.

I just changed the waiting room channel from BET to Sixers/Raptors. Also crushing some Funyuns.

Tell yr wife that RM account Mickey is wishing her well.

[Peeps]

Best of luck spike

[Rangi Guy]

Hope all goes well with your wife's surgery Spike!

[Higgs]

Hope Mrs Spike is doing well. Hope you're good too. Surgery is tough.

[spike]

Thanks all. She’s back home and recovering. All good.

[wease]

Excellent news!

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

Now I just have to keep the two year old off her surgical wounds for several weeks.

[Whitey McTeeth]

Good to hear!

[dad]

glad she's okay, spike.

[Ello Sailor]

Onya Mrs. Spike. Aussie birds are built tough.

[Peeps]

Dicing sweet potatoes and boom. Deep cut tip of the thumb. I’m sure that’s a bleeder normally but when on blood thinners yikes

[Whitey McTeeth]

Listening to Kurt vile, with Peanut on my lap, and eating cheese curls.

[Whitey McTeeth]

And probably a little drunk.

[Mecca]

Dicing sweet potatoes and boom. Deep cut tip of the thumb. I’m sure that’s a bleeder normally but when on blood thinners yikes

Hope you enjoyed your blood pudding