Granny's gone and done it again

[prostar]

Wow. My workplace....I’m going to rant later about boss son and passive aggressive emails.

 

[CapricornFarm]

It is already quite hot out. Short break to cool off and back at it.

 

[Granny Hatchet]

Morning, I slept through early morning mowing . Tom is a mess. He dont want to go to the urine dr. He knows what they want and he dont want it done.
Cap, I love those names. either one of them.
Woman on FB says this is her recipe. It isnt. Its what my mom used and belongs to whoever hersheys cocoa stole it from . A suggestion, cut the cocoa back to 1/4th cup.

Old-Fashioned Chocolate Fudge Ingredients:

2 cups white sugar
1/2 cup cocoa
1 cup milk
4 tablespoons butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
How to make it:

Grease an 8×8 inch square baking pan. Set aside.
Combine sugar, cocoa and milk in a medium saucepan. Stir to blend, then bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat and simmer. Do not stir again.
Place candy thermometer in pan and cook until temperature reaches 238 degrees F(114 degrees C). If you are not using a thermometer, then cook until a drop of this mixture in a cup of cold water forms a soft ball. Feel the ball with your fingers to make sure it is the right consistency. It should flatten when pressed between your fingers.
Remove from heat. Add butter or margarine and vanilla extract. Beat with a wooden spoon until the fudge loses its sheen. Do not under beat.
Pour into prepared pan and let cool. Cut into about 60 squares.

 

[CapricornFarm]

Hard to work outside with the pup in a pen yapping the whole time. I left her there until she got quiet. I was right where she could see me. Back in to cool off again. She is eating.
The roof frame is up, needs 2 more pieces and then will be screwed on. I also cut a piece of plywood for the bottom of the door.

 

[AlleysChicks]

It's hot here. I got animal chores done, put Patricia out and now I'm going to get in the pool.

 

[Granny Hatchet]

My Nancy is here. She is the sweetest person I know.

 

[prostar]

Okay. On my lunch so I’m gonna explain my shaking of head towards BossSon.

Ok. So I’ve been fighting this cough a while. Go to the doc on Friday and the verdict was viral bronchitis. Get some cough suppressant stuff that doesn’t work and ordered to drink lots, Vick’s myself, and wash hands vigorously/use sanitizer/cough into kleenexes. No point quarantining myself says doc it could go on a while and it’ll clear when it clears. So Monday go to work, cough into kleenexes, make heavy use of hand sanitizer and hand washing, use Clorox wipes when I use stuff in communal areas etc. boss says work from home Tuesday. Ok. So I come in to pick up more paperwork Tuesday morning and BossSon comments how his throat is feeling scratchy so he’s going to pick up some masks - and people feel free to take some from him - cause he can’t miss work time. Silly me thinking this means surgical masks. So he sends out an email “oh I got them they’re at my desk” and everyone’s sending send all emails about how considerate he is blah blah.

No. He got construction dust masks. You do realize that’s not going to stop a super virus right? You’re straining your pasta through a sewer grate.

So he’s walking around with a dust mask on (oh did I mention he’s all educated and stuff in neuro sciences?) with his smokers cough. Smdh. I’m not coughing much today (I think I finally have it on the run!!) but I’m just keeping doing what I’m doing. Better than me feeling like I’m suffocating with a dust mask on that does NOTHING. You keep doing you, snowflake.

 

[Granny Hatchet]

You should call him on it after you tell him your not making him sick . Its probably in his head.

 

[Granny Hatchet]

Hard to work outside with the pup in a pen yapping the whole time. I left her there until she got quiet. I was right where she could see me. Back in to cool off again. She is eating.
The roof frame is up, needs 2 more pieces and then will be screwed on. I also cut a piece of plywood for the bottom of the door.
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I wish I had your imagination. You didnt see a shipping crate, you seen a coop. I would of seen nothing.

 

[prostar]

You should call him on it after you tell him your not making him sick . Its probably in his head.

Well I did make a comment to him yesterday that it was probably exacerbated by all his breaths of fresh air (insert devil smile here)