Not Enough Orange Juice in the World

Just say “no” to bad vodka. Trust me on this one.

It’s a very scattered Wednesday here at the booniverse. Birthday Week continues fairly uneventfully, but I’m thinking I might make birthday cookies tonight. I have a box of Duncan Hein’s cake mix (or Pillsberry or Betty Crocker…I can’t rightly remember. They were the brand that were a buck a box a while back, so I have a lot of them, whatever brand they are) that tells me how to make eXtreme Devils Food cake mix into cookies. The very concept tickles me pink, right in the food obsession. Heh. OK really? That shit’s cool. I mean, it’s a mix for making a cake yet you can make cookies from it with just a few minor substitutions. I never knew cake and cookies were so very closely related baking species wise. What else can you minorly tweak and have it come out as something very different? It’s like the philosopher’s stone of baking!

I’m going to try spice cake cookies and lemmony lemon cake cookies. I DA COOKIN DORK!

Speaking of the shiznit of cool, did you know that you can renew your license plate tags on line? Dudes…On! Line! Guess how long I had to wait to renew my plates on line? No go on. Give up? Nothing! Clickity bamn and I was done. It took me longer to type in the info than it did for the site to spit out the all clear. Daaaaaaaamn, that’s the very definition of the bomb, right there. I think it saved me at least a half hour if not more of lurking around waiting for 50 some odd numbers to be called before my number. I love you internet!

Last night’s plans of geocaching were nixed by the piss blatty weather which started up the moment I walked out of work. Bastards! We decided to give it a go anyway because we’re hard core, yo (and we need to release both damned bugs into the wild before we are hunted down and shot by the geocacher mob enforcers) but alas. The park entrance was chained shut. I think the park took one look at the sleet-splatty sky and thought, “What…are they nuts? I guess I’ll just have to save them from themselves and chain my self shut because clearly, they have lost their wits.” I love you park!

You geocacher mob enforcers can feel free to totally ignore that last paragraph. As ol’ Jack Burton used to say, “When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, looks you crooked in the eye and asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, [and say] “Yessir, the check is in the mail.”

I think I need another set of quotation marks in there somewhere. Eh. ” There ya go. Feel free to put them where you like.

Hmmmm. I think that’s about it. Here’s some eye candy for you because I see it’s been a while since I’ve put up some tasty pics. Have a day!


Here’s a bird having a bit of people watching time between snacks. This is one of the two or three bird feeders outside the Q’s house (versus the 10ish in back).


Yeah, they are fake but I liked the way they looked. This is the cemetary right up the road from the Q’s house.


10ish birdfeeders and a squirrel buffet. Heya!

Last year at the booniverse: Bad vodka stole your entry.

Last last year at the booniverse: Food baking obsession ate your entry.

The year before at the booniverse: Ouch, third time isn’t the charm in this case, sucks to be you!

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