sweetandsour wrote: 30 Jan 2025, 18:32
This evening I pressed the remote for the garage door and stood there at the door as it raised. When the bottom of the door got 5 or so ft up, I stooped down, preparing to duck under the door, when suddenly a 3-4 ft long, nice fat, Texas rat snake fell from the back side of the door and landed on the garage floor with a plop, about three ft in front of me. This was a couple or so hours ago and I'm still not quite back to normal.
I guess now would be a bad time for a lecture on the beneficial aspects of rat snakes?
I would be busy packing up the house into a moving truck...my wife won't tolerate snakes or even just one...she would have already departed the residence...
Tim, for what its worth, it would be days maybe before I was back to my version of normal
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sweetandsour wrote: 30 Jan 2025, 18:32
This evening I pressed the remote for the garage door and stood there at the door as it raised. When the bottom of the door got 5 or so ft up, I stooped down, preparing to duck under the door, when suddenly a 3-4 ft long, nice fat, Texas rat snake fell from the back side of the door and landed on the garage floor with a plop, about three ft in front of me. This was a couple or so hours ago and I'm still not quite back to normal.
I guess now would be a bad time for a lecture on the beneficial aspects of rat snakes?
I like it how they go "rat-rat-rat." Instead of "rattle-rattle-rattle."
Dad moment tonight.
The one year old is on the BRAT diet. It's Mom's idea to help his gut recover from the flu. She told me what each letter stands for a couple days ago. I kinda filed it away someplace in my brain and tonight, when she was getting ready to go to her moms group I couldn't remember the T. She reminded me it's toast. Got it! Burned in my mind now! Ha! Yeah right!
Thirty minutes later, I'm in the kitchen getting dinner together for the kids. Banana, applesauce, toast..... What was the R? Rutabaga? Ravioli? Ratatouille? Russet potatoes? Raw something? I can text her, but I'm a man! I got this! I can remember the components of every system on a Boeing 767 and how those systems function, how hard can it be to remember a food that starts with R? After ten minutes of pacing and naming everything I could think of, I opened the fridge and scanned the shelves. There it was! The tub of Rice!
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati (When all else fails, play dead)
joegoat wrote: 02 Feb 2025, 15:50
Dad moment tonight.
The one year old is on the BRAT diet. It's Mom's idea to help his gut recover from the flu. She told me what each letter stands for a couple days ago. I kinda filed it away someplace in my brain and tonight, when she was getting ready to go to her moms group I couldn't remember the T. She reminded me it's toast. Got it! Burned in my mind now! Ha! Yeah right!
Thirty minutes later, I'm in the kitchen getting dinner together for the kids. Banana, applesauce, toast..... What was the R? Rutabaga? Ravioli? Ratatouille? Russet potatoes? Raw something? I can text her, but I'm a man! I got this! I can remember the components of every system on a Boeing 767 and how those systems function, how hard can it be to remember a food that starts with R? After ten minutes of pacing and naming everything I could think of, I opened the fridge and scanned the shelves. There it was! The tub of Rice!
This deserves it's own thread.
Beans
Rasberries
Andouille
Thyme
If we ever get to heaven boys, it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong. - Kris Kristofferson
joegoat wrote: 02 Feb 2025, 15:50
Dad moment tonight.
The one year old is on the BRAT diet. It's Mom's idea to help his gut recover from the flu. She told me what each letter stands for a couple days ago. I kinda filed it away someplace in my brain and tonight, when she was getting ready to go to her moms group I couldn't remember the T. She reminded me it's toast. Got it! Burned in my mind now! Ha! Yeah right!
Thirty minutes later, I'm in the kitchen getting dinner together for the kids. Banana, applesauce, toast..... What was the R? Rutabaga? Ravioli? Ratatouille? Russet potatoes? Raw something? I can text her, but I'm a man! I got this! I can remember the components of every system on a Boeing 767 and how those systems function, how hard can it be to remember a food that starts with R? After ten minutes of pacing and naming everything I could think of, I opened the fridge and scanned the shelves. There it was! The tub of Rice!
This deserves it's own thread.
Beans
Rasberries
Andouille
Thyme
"Why is the baby projectile vomiting and liquid diarrhea-ing?"
"I don't know dear!"
Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati (When all else fails, play dead)
joegoat wrote: 02 Feb 2025, 15:50
Dad moment tonight.
The one year old is on the BRAT diet. It's Mom's idea to help his gut recover from the flu. She told me what each letter stands for a couple days ago. I kinda filed it away someplace in my brain and tonight, when she was getting ready to go to her moms group I couldn't remember the T. She reminded me it's toast. Got it! Burned in my mind now! Ha! Yeah right!
Thirty minutes later, I'm in the kitchen getting dinner together for the kids. Banana, applesauce, toast..... What was the R? Rutabaga? Ravioli? Ratatouille? Russet potatoes? Raw something? I can text her, but I'm a man! I got this! I can remember the components of every system on a Boeing 767 and how those systems function, how hard can it be to remember a food that starts with R? After ten minutes of pacing and naming everything I could think of, I opened the fridge and scanned the shelves. There it was! The tub of Rice!
This deserves it's own thread.
Beans
Rasberries
Andouille
Thyme
"Why is the baby projectile vomiting and liquid diarrhea-ing?"
FredS wrote: 03 Feb 2025, 06:57
This deserves it's own thread.
Beans
Rasberries
Andouille
Thyme
"Why is the baby projectile vomiting and liquid diarrhea-ing?"
"I don't know dear!"
Because it's a baby. That's just what they do.
It's called tolerance development. If you want that kid to be able to eat hot dogs smothered in green chili and sriracha when he's older you better start working on that iron gut now.
If we ever get to heaven boys, it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong. - Kris Kristofferson
