usually the store brand is just as good or better then a name brand and less expensive, however, I have found that the Swiffer wet mop pads are better then a store brand. It picks up better and stays on better (when the dog isn’t pulling it off!). Sometimes name brand is worth the extra buck or 2.
I went to my Happy Place aka Target, my bill was 100.19,
- -1.00 coupon rec’d in one of my sample boxes
- -2.00 coupon
- -3.68 5% red card
new total $94.51, but the best part….I got (1) $5.00 GC and (1) $10.00 GC back, booohfreakingyah! for another trip :)
I bought two breathrights, I had the $1.00 coupon, they were already on sale and I got $5.00 GC back
I bought 3 swiffer products, 1 dry and 2 wet, because between the pupply and old dog my floors are taking a beating, plus the puppy is an ass and pulls the sheets from my cleaner… see video below
she is seriously giving the cat some competition in the arsehole department.
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now…………….
Savory squash soup with quinoa and veggies
Banana Spice Squash Bread
Squash muffins with white choc chips and cranberries & with dark choc chips and cranberries
Sweet squash soup banana and pear
Squash Oatmeal Cookies with white choc chips and cranberries
Savory Squash soup with black beans & cheese
oh the bounty of your blessings continues with 8 cups still in my freezer……..
Yes I am SO SICK of freaking squash right now! Now way I wanna see an F^%&’ing pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving :)
On their way to get married, a young couple are involved in a fatal car accident. The couple find themselves sitting outside the Pearly Gates waiting for St. Peter to process them into Heaven.
While waiting, they begin to wonder: Could they possibly get married in Heaven?
When St. Peter showed up, they asked him.
St. Peter says, ‘I don’t know. This is the first time anyone has asked. Let me go find out,’ and he leaves.
The couple sat and waited, and waited. Two months passed and the couple are still waiting.
As they waited, they discussed that if they were allowed to get married in Heaven, what was the eternal aspect of it all. ‘What if it doesn’t work?’ they wondered, ‘Are we stuck together forever?’
After yet another month, St. Peter finally returns, looking somewhat bedraggled.
‘Yes, you can get married in Heaven.’ he informs the couple,
‘Great, but we were just wondering, what if things don’t work out?’ said the couple. ‘Could we also get a divorce in Heaven?’
St. Peter, red-faced with anger, slams his clipboard onto the ground.
‘What’s wrong?’ asked the frightened couple.
‘OH, COME ON! It took me three months to find a priest up here!’ St. Peter shouts. ‘Do you have any idea how long it’ll take me to find a Lawyer?’
So we went to the Middle East store where we get a lot of our stuff and I pickup up my pumpkin, nice, round, orange. I left it out uncut as decor then I decided it was time to cut it up, cook it and use it.
Well, it isn’t a pumpkin. What the Hell is it?? It is some time of winter squash, it reminds me of spaghetti squash, kind of stringy when you pull it apart.
So now I have at least 16 cups of some kind of squash, aaauuuugghh!
Looking up recipes for squash related items. So far made a soup base,
Squash, little bit of carrots (so I didn’t have to throw them away) and veggie stock. Used 4 cups of squash, didn’t even make a dent in the amount I have!
Made a squash rum spice bread loaf, pretty darn good if I say so my self. Squash is not sweet like a pumpkin, definitely squashy.