So Gibbs is working on destroying his bed. He has this bed in the living room that's 2 feet by 3 feet. It has a sheepskin/fake suede cover on it and it's filled with cedar shavings and stuff, sort of like a huge pillow. In the last couple of days, he's taken to attacking it. Like digging in it, chewing on it and pulling it around the house. And when you try to get him to stop, he tries to eat you. Right now, he's stretched out on my bed, with his head on a pillow, snoring like no one's business.
Today at work i made blueberry tea biscuits, cheese tea biscuits, peanut butter/oatmeal cookies and breakfast cookies. I need a proofer at my house so i can make good dough here. I use it at work for the tea biscuit and cinnamon dough. It makes the dough so nice and fluffy. I am getting a new stove/oven at home. Our old one hasn't been working so well for the last 5 or so months. It hasn't been baking evenly and sometimes it's going beyond the temperature (last week i did a frozen pizza 50 degrees cooler than it was supposed for less time than reccomended and it still burnt it). So we took in the elements and they said that they were fine, that it was the controls that needed to be fixed but they didn't know if they could get the parts for it...yadda, yadda, yadda. And now we are just getting a new one. If only we had natural gas in the house. It would be that much better! Today is May 13 and here is today's joke:
A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Texas, and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.” The rancher says, “Okay, but do not go in that field over there,” as he points out the location.
The DEA officer verbally explodes saying, “Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government with me.” Reaching into his rear pants pocket, he removes his badge and proudly displays it to the rancher. “See this badge? This badge means I am allowed to go wherever I wish, on any land. No questions asked or answers given. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?”
The rancher nods politely, apologizes, and goes about his chores.
A short time later, the old rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life chased by the rancher’s big Santa Gertrudis bull! With every step the bull is gaining ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he’ll get gored before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified. The rancher throws down his tools, runs to the fence and yells at the top of his lungs… “Your badge. Show him your BADGE!”
see you tomorrow!