Ooooo, kinky!
Online concert ticket ordering systems that give you a fricking time limit during which to complete your order can go do themselves.
Promote him to General.
BEES!
My poor little dog, who is about the size of a cat, got stung in the groin eight times today when he lifted his leg on a nest of ground bees.
The nest - we walk by the tree every day, and I didn’t see it yesterday. I’m so aggravated. It’s on the devilstrip (yeah, I’m from Akron,) in front of a neighbor’s house. How do people not notice these things in their yard? If I don’t see my neighbor soon, I’m going to call the city.
Poor Sancho just got back from the vet with a massive cortisone shot. Hopefully he’ll feel better soon. He didn’t want to come upstairs with me even though I brought home MacDonalds.
Sancho at the Groomers recently
Aww, your Sancho is a cutie. Is that a poodle mix? Sorry he got stung in such an, ah, sensitive area.
ETA: what is a devil strip?
I appear to be running out of money before I run out of month. Specifically, I get paid a few days after my rent is late, and while I have some money, it’s not enough for a full rent check. Bah.
The nutty professor strikes again. I had a project due that our printable schedule said was due today. I was working on it last night and finally got it finished about 11:15 pm. So I figured I’d just go ahead and submit it. Good thing I did. On the submissions page it said the project was due yesterday. I wonder how many people got caught out by that… Thank God I’m done with that class as of today. Fingers crossed I don’t run into this professor again.
As a renter myself, I sympathize with that, ** purplehorseshoe**. I call it “having too much month left at the end of the money.” 
Compound words aren’t always correct. “Everyday” is not the same as “every day,” but what annoys me even more is when people use “apart” instead of “a part.” If you’re “a part of something,” or “apart of something,” those things almost mean the opposite of each other.
And while we’re at it: Hey world, “crescendo” does NOT mean “climax.” It means a build to a climax. This was especially annoying when I saw it in, of all places, a classical music review.
That may be the dirtiest post I’ve ever seen from you, EmilyG. 
Why, 'cause I said “climax?” 
Huh-huh. Huh-huh. She said “climax.” Huh-huh.
Who the hell reads lowbrow fiction and gets her panties in a twist about things being improbable? I mean, really? You want to hear about “real” things, bitch? Go sit on a bench in the park. I’m not even telling you to read a newspaper cuz that shit ain’t real either.
Apparently one of the patrons of my local library is a jackass. I know this because s/he has written in the copy of The Android’s Dream that I’ve checked out. Fortunately it’s in pencil, but still. Don’t write in books you don’t own! :mad:
The worst was when I took a book out of my library and two of the pages were stuck together with* gum*. God, I hate gum.
Thanks! He is a poodle mix. He came from the pound and we’re not sure what the mix is. He’s such a great dog though - smart, friendly, easy to live with. I can’t imagine having any dogs but poodles from now on. But maybe I’ll get the taller sort so the bees can’t reach his badonkadonk.
Bloody stupid bees.
It’s that strip of grass between the sidewalk and street. It’s a regionalism. It’s what we call it here in NE Ohio. I don’t think anyone knows why.
That’s so aggravating, isn’t it? And that’s always the time you need groceries and a tank of gas and you’ve run out of deodorant and laundry soap and the sink backs up. Hope you draw the Windfall card soon.
My husband decided to join me on a the diet. So he brought the grossest possible thing he could buy to kill his taste buds. Ladies and gentlemen. . . CAPPUCHINO POTATO CHIPS . . . my poor nose is still begging for mercy.
Much as I love coffee, I took a pass on those. The Bacon Mac & Cheese ones were Meh too, but I like the Garlic Cheese flavored ones.
Okay, Pop-of-Andrew, I know you have a high opinion of yourself. You do some work in the mental health arena and your working definition of narcissistic personality disorder is “anyone who’s ego is bigger than mine.”
But to look at me today and say, “You’d be hard pressed to find anyone who treats you better than I do.”? Really? When you heard your best friend look at me and ask “How do you put up with him?” just last week? When your own mother said, “Well, bless his little heart,” when she was visiting and you called home at 8:45pm to tell me you needed something for a potluck at work the next day?
<Note for non-Southerners: “Bless your heart” basically translates into “You’re an idiot.” The more adjectives describing the heart, the bigger the idiot. “Bless your heart” is bad. “Bless your little heart” is worse. “Bless your little ol’ pea-picking heart” means you might as well pack your bags and leave town.>
When I merely smiled at the statement, you asked why. I mentioned one recent incident where you did the exact opposite of what I wanted, and you got all huffy. Dude, you asked.
I don’t think we have a horrible marriage. I’m not planning on leaving. But you honestly think it would be difficult to find someone who treats me better than you do? Dream on, dear.
I know a guy whose doodles consist mostly of Hello Kitty being… violently dismembered, run over by a train, under the axe-pendulum, after the axe-pendulum has finished coming down…
Do you have any special requests? It may take months, since I don’t see him often, but I could try.
Those were from the last time Lay’s did that contest/promotion. And they won.
Personally, I couldn’t find one I was willing to vote for this year. I had hopes for the wasabi and ginger one, but my latent dislike of kettle-cooked chips put the kibosh on it. And I refused to even taste the cappuccino. Potatoes infused with coffee? That’s one of the signs that I need to throw out the trash.