People that have to have the last word- I hate them. That is all.
By the way, I like the title of this minirants thread. I’m assuming it’s whiskey they’re decanting and the plan is to be completely sauced until May, a plan of which I heartily approve.
Go get it looked at. If it’s bad, then it’s gonna swell, and you’ll get yelled at, and it will take much longer to heal. If it’s not bad, then hey, it’s not bad. But get it looked at.
What you did is not the issue. He should not have violated your trust. Is there anything we can do to help? The hospital will have records if you want to make a complaint against him.
I’d offer hugs, but I don’t want to make you flinch 
Lovely. Just effing lovely. Family Easter picnic today. Eggs colored, foods ready to go, pretty little pink dresses laid out for the girls, diaper bag ready to go… and guess whose husband took both sets of keys to work? Happy Blankety-blanking Easter, y’all!
There’s a whole long story from the beginning of this year about what he did to my boyfriend that I don’t want to get into right now. Maybe when said boyfriend and I get our own place in a couple of months I’ll go into it, but if I did right now I’d have to go out in the living room and punch dude in the head eight or nine times.
flatlined: When my now-husband was calling some of his friends to tell him of our engagement, one of them was whining about how he and his girlfriend had been together for many years, but he didn’t know if he wanted to get married. My husband asked if he loved her. “Yes.”
“Are you interested in anybody else?” “No.”
“Do you expect to find somebody you will like better who will be a better mate for you?” “No.”
“Why don’t you want to get married?” “Oh, I don’t know. We’ve been looking at engagement rings and . . .”
My husband informed him that he was engaged and congratulated him. They were married a month before we were.
All I wanted was an aborted fetus!
Yeah, me too.
[duckin’, runnin’, chucklin’]
I just love being always right about the music on the car radio.
A 70’s disco song came on and I said to my partner “Great- Gloria Gaynor!”
I was so smug until the DJ said “And that was a great track from Donna Summer”.
Wouldn’t you like to be an aborted fetus too?
Well, some days…
Conga-rats, Flatlined! (The rats seem particularly appropriate for you. 
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I was just making one of those No-Bake cheesecake pies. (Shh. I know they’re nowhere as good as real cheesecake, but hubby lurvs them.) Dead simple, right? 8 oz. cream cheese, two cups milk, 1 box lemon instant pudding, graham cracker pie crust. Beat first three together, pour into the fourth, done.
So I’m pouring the mix into the crust and hubby asks me something. I turn my head to answer him, and by the time I look back the mix is overflowing the crust and all across the counter.
WHAT the hell???
Oooh. Those bastards at Keebler have downsized their crust! And not by changing the diameter. No, that would be too easy to spot.
They made the crust SHALLOWER. Now it holds approx. one cup less than it used to.
And do they warm us of this???
RIIIIGHT.
Manufacturers, PLEASE STOP DOING THIS!
If you have to raise the price, do it! What the hell are we supposed to do with all our recipes that call for 16 oz cans when all you can buy are 13.5 ounces??
Good news! My hoarder mother is taking small steps to clear junk out of her house!
By giving stuff to me and my sister. Yes, I know we should just bin it, or pass it to the charity shops, but… we have our own hoarding issues. As well as the guilt trips we’d get if my mum realised what we’ve done with her precious carbon-encrusted ancient baking trays she was given by *her *mother.
Twenty years ago I was working in the building I work in now, but I was on the 19th floor back then. There was a bomb threat called in on the IBM offices then on the 6th floor, and we had to walk down the stairs past that floor to evacuate the building. It took us 45 minutes to get down, because everyone was moving so slowly. As we’re going down, all the door are open into the stairwell because air is being pulled into and up the stairwell so hard. I thought that if there really was a bomb, the smoke would be pulled into the stairwell and we’d all be killed.
So I’m telling this story at family Easter dinner today and my older sister decides that she needs to correct me because that wouldn’t happen (she’s a building inspector). I told her she didn’t need to do that. She tells me she did because “you’re talking out of your ass”. I told her to knock it off. She stomps off and when she gets about 15 feet away, growls “do you really want to go there?” I snap back “YES”.
Didn’t speak to me the rest of the day, didn’t say goodbye to me when we all left, probably won’t speak to me for several months as per the usual pattern.
Sister: You do not get to insult and belittle me. You especially do not get to stomp off in anger and not speak to me for months at a time because I DARE to defend myself. Grow the fuck up already.
Well, I ignored both of your wise advice and didn’t go get it looked at. It hurts today, but not with a stabbing hurt - more like a “you wrenched me and I don’t like it” hurt. It is less spectacularly black and blue than I expected, although it does have a nice range of colors. I need to see if I can fit shoes on it, but I haven’t worn any so far today. But I think it will heal up and I will be OK.
Thank-you for yourkind thoughts. There is not much more than kind thoughts/prayers/vibes from you guys. I’m having some distressing physical symptoms at the moment
WARNING TMI
I keep wetting myself
Tomorrow I will be putting in a report. I don’t want to go through the whole legal nightmare of pressing charges and a report is compromise. It makes him and what he did known to police. It makes taking out a ago easier if neccessary and if I choose to make a statement (ie press charges) it can be used for that.
Only it scares the crap out of me. I feel so horrible a stupid and I dunno what else.
Do you realise what the word pre-engaged* looks like to someone skimming the thread to see where they finished last time?
Well, congratulations Flatlined. Dya think you should invite SG to the reception to make sure there’s no left overs?
*pregnant
You are not stupid. He is a terrible excuse for a human being, a waste of perfectly good carbon atoms that could be making up dog shit or something useful like that. (Sorry, trying to be funny.) I am so sorry that you ran into this horrible man and that he brutalized you in such a fashion. Please, please, do whatever you can to take care of yourself - and be gentle on yourself. When I was sexually assaulted, I mentally beat myself up over what I did or didn’t do.
But please believe me, that wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t been a sadistic asshole. A decent person would have listened to you and backed down.
I’ll have you in my thoughts, and hope you can find physical and emotional healing.
Looks like someone is ready to join my crusade against the three-pint half gallon of ice cream, the thirty-ounce quart of mayonnaise, and the twelve-ounce pound of bacon.
When I win the lottery, one of the things I’ve budgeted the jackpot for is a road trip to hunt down the people responsible for these abominations.