By George! He’s Incensed!
.George IV’s taste in women wasn’t the only place in which he displayed dubious judgment.
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Mr Canning was well pleased with the services he was able to render on behalf of His Majesty. The King had been deeply upset over the loss of Lord Liverpool; Canning’s willingness to accommodate the Crown on a number of issues important to the King personally went a long way in easing His Majesties mind. One letter from Canning to the King illustrates this very well.
73/365 Corn Field Maze
I know it’s hard to tell, but this is one of those mazes the farmer cut into his corn field. This particular place has done it every year for years now. It’s quite extensive.
She Forgot
Would you yell at a kid for forgetting something? How about for forgetting everything?
This morning The Girl informed me that she did not remember to turn in her receipt on school picture day, which was yesterday. Does that sound weird? See, the company that does school pictures for my kids has the option of ordering online. Which I did. But instead of simply matching her name to their records, she has to actually provide the bar-coded print out that I gave her to the photographer at the moment of picture taking.
She remembered the stupid paper while in class, but of course wasn’t allowed to go get it, forgot it during the time she was supposed to get it, and remembered again at the point of picture taking, but didn’t go to get it (don’t know if she wasn’t allowed or what)
The net result was the non-refundable $20 piece of paper became worthless, and I still don’t get pictures of my kid.
To my credit, I didn’t actually yell at her. I wailed a little bit and lamented some, but didn’t actually yell. Would you?
Pork Chop Fricassee
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I suppose this is more of a tutorial than a recipe.
Heat a pan. I use a black iron skillet. Sprinkle seasoning salt in the pan, then place pork chops or pork steak on top. Brown on both sides. Add about a cup of water. Adjust heat to simmer. Allow all the water to boil off. Repeat as necessary until chops are cooked all the way through. There should be a brown residue in the pan. Add enough water to loosen this, then cook only enough to turn the resultant red-eye-gravy into a glaze. Serve.
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Family
Uncle Bill: Left hand red
Uncle Bill: Right foot green
Uncle Bill: Shut up, you guys, I’m the one spinning the dial here. Left foot yellow.
Uncle Bill: Right hand blue. No, I mean the other blue. Well, try sticking it down in there at an angle, Jack. Yah wuss.
Jill: I don’t think I can take much more of this, Uncle Bill.
Uncle Bill: Just do as I say and it’ll be perfect. Left foot purple.
Jack: (Grumbling) There ain’t no purple, and he knows it. You should have never let him bring the entertainment.
Today’s theme is twisted
Previously in Jack and Jill Used to It
Saturday photo scavenger hunt
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69/365 Moose Drool
Yep, there really is a beer named that. People actually drink it too. It’s not even the worst of the lot out here.
Suzie’s House 132: A Man in the Crowd
“Don’t worry.” Gene clapped Ben on the back. “I won’t get in your way.”
The relief on Ben’s face was almost comical. Before Gene could burst his bubble with a dig, Lisa came back.
“I’m sorry. It didn’t work.” She looked bummed.
“What did you try,” Ben asked.
68/365 Bike Path at Twilight
It’s hard to see, but this is the bike bath between Madison St. and Higgins running along the North bank of the Clark Fork River. The path is on the left side of the frame. I tried to lighten it up, but the sky washed out completely.
Suzie’s House
I know, I know. It’s getting to be a bad habit. It isn’t written yet. I’ll have it up in the morning. Try back around noon.
Trepidation
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Could be anything inside – a murder victim, some old lady who died in her sleep, a kid too young to open the door. Whatever it was stank enough to have the neighbors complaining.
He pounded on the door.
“Open up!”
She did. Python in one hand, rotten mice in the other. That’s how Officer Johansen met Marley Dunbarough.
Edited 9/25 7:49am: I should have said sooner. Officer Johansen and Marley Dunbarough are characters from a book I currently have in for consideration at Berkley. The title is Zackly Right. It’s a wild book, and only gets wilder as it goes. I sincerely hope some day I will be able to offer it to you. Until it’s published, glimpses like this are all you’ll see.
