Saturday, January 28, 2012

hot out of the oven...

Allrighty then...I know it's been a while, but I'm trying to get a life here. Will try to fit this in before the oven timer goes off for the artichoke quiche...

Gus and I made it home to the bunkhouse before the snow started flying on the mountain passes. The grand with the hot pink casts has had them removed, surgery scars healed nicely, and is walking with just her ankle braces...Yea! I'm not buffed though...possibly takes more than a couple of weeks to perform that miracle.  
We've heard from the grand corpsman in Af'stan, finally, after being incognito for weeks, he's good and got a promotion.
Got my hair trimmed..."just let me check to see when we had you in here May.  So, being a regular is not your thing..."  Sortta looks that way don't it.  While we were swapping lies, the beauty shop phone rang.  One of the gals answered and got a horrified look on her face. She turned to the rest of us and said, "Ethel's locked in the restroom and can't get the door open." After a bit of discussion concerning how long Ethel had been in there, and the need for a replacement locking door nob, it was decided that they should help her get out.  She agreed to "hold harmless" them and was released on her own recog soon after.  Bet that's the last time Ethel uses the restroom on her Blue Rinse hair day,  naugh... she's really old and will have forgotten by the next appointment.


  1. Good to hear from you again. Glad the Grand in Af'stan is safe and well. And yet another thing we have in common - infrequent hair cuts.

  2. Unlike most of us you seem to have a life. Nice to have you back though.

  3. Mmmm, artichoke quiche, nice to hear from you!

  4. So glad you grand is safe in a not so safe place. Praying he stays that way.
    Funny about Ethel but at least she came armed with a cell phone.
    They should beware, she may have made a video.
    When ever I finally make it for a professional cut, I always start with, "Yes I have been cutting my own hair. Do what you can."

  5. Delighted to hear the good family news, may life stay on the even keel.

    Now about poor Ethel! the story reminds me of a state of the art automatic loo that was placed in the corner of the local square. Alas, the doors were far to automatic for the small bladdered old ladies of the town.

    Thankfully to the relief of all, the Tardis like cube was removed.