I went to buy a birthday card the other day. The card shop already had displays of Christmas cards out. In August. How dare they?!
That’s just entirely too familiar! Thanks for the (rueful) laugh!
And dang, scareyfaerie! I thought it was bad that I’d already noticed Halloween goodies among the back to school displays. Christmas?! Really?! :eek:
Could all the things that are turning to shit get together and make a schedule so that not all of it happens on the same day, please?
Problem client and problem (home) landlord should not be allowed to strike on the same day.
What do you keep getting up to get them? (And why can they not get it their damn selves?)
I just saw a commercial for the 2016 Summer Olympics. Good Lord, NBC!
When I came home last night, there was some dog crap at the bottom of the stairs to the underground garage. The door to outside is like 12’ away. It was obviously from a very small dog. When I went down to my car this morning, there was a second pile in the middle of the garage. Called complex management to let them know.
Damn, if it’s too difficult to make it outside in 85 degree August weather, what is it going to be like when it’s 20 below outside?
One’s four, one’s two. One has four legs and tries to distract me during dinner (trash can surfing, begging food from the little kids at meal time, barking at the front door as though there’s someone/something there, etc.) And one is still recovering from the long list of injuries he sustained in a December 2012 car wreck. Last night, he felt so unwell that he couldn’t get out of bed, despite TENS unit, anti-inflammatory patch, muscle relaxer, and two different pain meds; so dinner was perforce served in two different rooms. It’s just a giant challenge right now, and I’m frustrated and down to my last nerve… 
I told my sister that my latest girlfriend was about the same weight and height as she is. She became very upset. I basically live in a community of Spanish speaking people. To them it is not rude or insulting to state facts such as hurt American women so. You’ve put on a lot of weight is common to hear and no one gets bent out of shape about it amongst the Latinas.
Creep-ass fucker just solicited me while I was waiting at a bus stop. Did three u-turns during my 1.5 block walk to get there. I took his picture when he paused long enough to ask me if I wanted a ride, then creeped off driving in the bike lane and turned right. About a minute later a cop car came down the street. I flagged them down, told them what happened, showed them the picture, and said it would be great if they could scare him a little. I"m sure just getting pulled over and asked why he’s creeping around the neighborhood like that at 1am will scare him plenty. Payback’s a bitch. Her name’s SeaDragonTattoo. Thanks ChiPo!
Glad you handled yourself (and the situation) so well, SeaDragonTattoo, and that Chicago’s finest were on hand to assist with a follow-up.
And I HOPE I’m the only one inattentive enough to have read the first two words of your post as “cheap-ass fucker.” :eek:
Two suggestions, from someone who’s kinda BTDT:
- meals served in “shifts”. Hubby gets served first, then everybody else.
- the kids can help. For example, they can set up the table while you feed hubby.
Just because it’s e-mail doesn’t mean you don’t have to use English. Actual e-mail I received yesterday in its entirerty:
I do not location information my understanding information available on state website
No punctuation, not enough prepositions and almost totally without meaning. It took 3 of us to figure out what dude was trying to say.
I’d like to pit the bums (homeless, whatever) who hang out in the gazebo of a lovely park downtown and leave behind a mess of litter and cigarette butts. There are two garbage cans literally RIGHT THERE. Fucking inconsiderate disgusting slobs. You’d think that homeless people would care about the state of parks, etc. since that IS their fucking home.
Oh My God. I’m so sorry that happened to you. I am naturally thin so I know what you’re talkin’ about. One night when I was in my 20’s two different guys at a bar accused me of being anorexic - one while I was eating a slice of pizza! I didn’t have the snappy comebacks then that I do now.
If your husband says you’re beautiful, you ARE beautiful, and likely fit and hot as well, so please don’t let someone’s jealousy get to you.
Looks like automated translation. I occasionally see foreign language text on Facebook (because some of my FB friends have foreign friends) with an option for Bing to translate. The result of telling it to translate is often “interesting”.
I pit my idiot, self-absorbed friend. It’s a loooong story and I’m not even sure I could sum up well enough to get the point across. I’m just pissed and thinking of having nothing more to do with him.
Very short rundown - he can’t understand why people who are already at the campground won’t bow to his wishes and uproot their already existing camps so that he can park his trailer where he wants to. Dude, just because you want that to happen doesn’t make it our problem.
There are 3 events at the campground between now and Labor Day and these people have set up semi-permanent camps so that they can attend all 3 events without having to move their stuff. This is totally within camp rules and only a child would throw a tantrum because he isn’t getting his way. He’s 54. He’s writing off his friends because we won’t run out to the campground and, I don’t know, form a coalition to police these people who are trespassing on his spot? Or something? We can’t figure it out.
His behavior has gotten more anti-social and psychotic in the past year or so and of course he isn’t the one with the problem. He is completely unreasonable when it comes to things that are contrary to his world view and this “I must have my way or you don’t like/love/need me,” attitude is exhausting. He quite literally cannot see that he is the unreasonable one. He likes to throw around a self-diagnosis of autistic, but really, he’s just a narcissistic asshole. (and I should know from narcissistic, I live with one)
We (his friends) are volunteering our time and love and energy to ensure that the event he started over 15 years ago continues this year and into the future, but this is alienating us all. Hopefully he will stick to his resolution to no longer be part of it next year and we all make it through the next 2 weeks without killing him and burying his body under a horse.
Today I did a few errands. My street is narrow and windy with a 25 mph speed limit. I went the speed limit sorely vexing the driver behind me causing him to get sooooooo close I could no longer see his head lights.:eek:
Yes I am pitting myself on behalf of the the tailgater.
A first world double pittting.
Starting with me. You know to inspect/clean Redbox DVDs before putting them in the player.
Second. Was that a fucking grape jelly baby handprint? You could’t be bothered to at least swipe at it with a wet-wipe or something?
Fortunately no damage to the electronics, so there is that.
Even worse? My grandmother, who hovers over us as we eat? Will she eat? Oh, she’ll eat when were all done.
So, despite nobody needing or wanting anything done, she stands there and watches us. And comments on every motion. And tells her best friend how cruel we are for making her wait for our leftovers, making her eat alone.
And eat alone she does, from about 7.30 to 9.30. Then she hand washes all the dishes before putting them in the brand new dishwasher.
I made a stir fry for myself once, while I was visiting, after she complained that she has no appetite after cooking for all of us. When I stopped to get the soy sauce (because it will ‘go off’ if out on the counter for ten minutes- why yes, there is a second fridge for all the things that don’t really need refrigeration) I returned to find she had added a cup of milk because it was ‘dry’.
I’d say it was senility, but she’s been this way since 60. 1960, that is.
She … messed with your process. :mad: She … added MILK to stir-fry marinade/sauce … :eek: I think at that point, I’d go out and bring home the crappiest cheap-o drive-thru fast food I could find in the neighborhood. And then make “Om - nom - nom” noises while I ate my fries.