Its like the poor man was born with a dark cloud over his head and its never left him.
Not that I would use my friendship with the law enforcement secretaries to get a copy of the report or anything…according to the handwritten report, when the cop got there, there was a verbal altercation happening, and then Tony saw the gun and tried to restrain the drunk. Reading between the lines, I could tell that the cop was PISSED that the guy was drunk and even madder that his car got shot.
The drunk has a long list of charges, I’m guessing the cop spent a lot of time looking up any and all charges he could add to the report.
Tony’s chest is badly bruised, but of course he refuses to get checked out.
Thanks for that. I didn’t see anything about Tony not wearing a seat belt in the report, but that was just the responding officer’s report. The official one won’t be out for a couple of days.
I’m not going to stress about this. I pay for good insurance just for things like this. It will get worked out and its not like I thought that car would last for longer than 6 more months anyhow. If I get a grand out of it, I’ll be happy. Nobody was badly hurt and Tony didn’t go to jail. Its just another chapter to the ongoing saga of Tony’s black cloud.
So, I ordered an industrial bin before Christmas to throw away all the crap in the yard. The council supplies them so you take your luck when they turn up.
It was mild before Christmas. Today, as I got into the car from the shopping centre the temperature was 45 degrees Celsius (113 degrees Fahrenheit). It dropped to 42 C (107.6 F) as I got closer to home.
I wanted to fill the bin today as you only get it for a few days- and also after dark all the neighbours sneak out and throw their crap in it. It only takes so much.
Four hours later it is full. I am having an ice cold beer and contemplating my move to Siberia.
At least your council supplies industrial bins. Here we get hard rubbish pickup from kerbside once a year, and otherwise it’s fuck you book a skip privately you fucking deadbeats.
My January 22nd due date has come and gone. I went to the doctor yesterday so he could do an exam and see how things are progressing down there. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s sealed up tight!
I have to go back for another exam on Friday. At least he said he won’t let me go past next Monday or Tuesday, but come on! I just want this little baby out!!
Okay, daughter, this is the second time you have removed one of your sappy posts because of a comment I made that was relatively harmless and quite pointedly aimed at humor. You’re becoming as judgmental and sanctimonious as your mother, and I don’t appreciate it. If you don’t want people to gently mock your douchey sentimental crap, then don’t post it. If you expect me to censor myself, then you haven’t been paying attention all these years.
Yes. Expect to be sick for at least two weeks. The nasty cold will only last three or so days, but the chest congestion sticks around. I’m at two weeks and counting.
So is Jim. That’s a really nasty hack he has now (with his asthma and allergies). My healthier lungs aren’t hacking quite as bad.
My mini-rant du jour - why is my temporary hair colour not washing out? I switched to temporary hair dye specifically because I wanted it to wash out - why you don’t go?
Ah, damn, I used temporary black hair dye at Halloween. Yeah, that’s probably it. Then I used temporary dark brown on top of that - I suppose I’ll be cutting this dye off. Oh well.
Count your blessings. My daughter slept through the night once before she turned 14 months old. (When she was about six weeks old.) I thought I would die.
I found it strange when I moved here in that we have so many Councils. In Brisbane, there was one council and the kerbside pick up every few years (certainly not annually). Here there seem to be a gazillion Councils. We get the industrial bins (maximum three a year) and a fewhouses down it is another Council and they have the kerb side clean ups.
Oy, the plague visited our house over Christmas, and has only just left! Whatever you do, don’t start reading Steven King’s “The Stand” soon… (and perhaps consider smearing your door lintle with lamb’s blood or something if you haven’t caught it yet. It’s ugly.)
I feel your pain, Cat Whisperer: “temporary” black dye is eeevvvvillll! I used it for Halloween once, and finally just cut my hair short to get rid of it - black hair + redhead is not a good permanent look! (But very effective for a vampire getup - no need for whiteface makeup!) My sister had to have her butt-length hair stripped to get rid of the black. Her hairstylist, who was also the organist at our church, nearly cried when he saw her that Sunday morning!
New mini rant: I’m quite happy that we are able to provide the 11-year-old with a stylish wardrobe, but that doesn’t mean that the entire thing has to be on constant display! I’m tired of nagging her to clean up her room, wash and put away her clothes, etc., so she has received an ultimatum: pick it up and put it away by tomorrow (realistic deadline,) or everything except a blanket and mattress will come out of her bedroom. Her stepdad or I will choose an outfit for her to wear to school each day. (Speaking of eeevvvilll!)
This is indeed the very essence of evil. Alternately, you can come in and confiscate everything that’s not picked up, and not only do The Adults With No Taste pick out her clothes, she has to do chores for every item that she wants out of storage. If she wants that adorable top available, she has to scrub the kitchen floor, for instance. Of course, this is in addition to cleaning up her own room.
I suggest buying a pair of “school uniform” outfits. Polo shirt, khaki or navy slacks or skirt. And THAT’S what she gets to wear to school each day.
It did fade, but never really went away.