And worse than that, he didn’t get the mixer. Instead, it went to a very cute young woman and her husband (I assume he was her husband) who picked it up yesterday.
Joss Whedon hates my bank account. In other news, cosplay is expensive and Kaylee’s Shindig dress has WAY too much chiffon on it. Sincerely, the girl who is currently ruffling 30 yards of pink chiffon.
So I order something as a gift from Amazon. It’s not as described and I want to send it back. The vendor decides to argue with me. Bad move asshole. If I have to decide between you and my lying eyes, you lose. So first they agree to accept the return but with a restocking fee. I say no. Then they try to play the ‘but it’s not our call, it’s the manufacturer’ card. So they offer to cut the restocking fee in half. I still say no.
Finally I have to file an A to Z claim - my first in then several years I’ve ordered from Amazon. Amazon grants it immediately. So now all I want to do is send the piece of shit back. The assholes refuse to give me an RMA or address to send it to. They keep trying to get me to agree to a restocking fee, apparently unaware that the A to Z claim has already been granted.
WTF? So finally I have to call Amazon and ask them what to do. They came this close to just saying ‘fuck it’ but agreed to send them an email on my behalf. I told them they need to drop merchants like this like a bad habit. I hate writing reviews but I think I’ll make an exception here.
You are awesome. 
She just wants to be friends.
It’s kind of a new thing. The Love’s truck stops all seem to have them.
Another one? 
ok, here she is, playing after dinner. She’ll tell me her name eventually. She is very light and very skinny. Can’t be more than about 2 pounds.
I put some food in a dish. She ate a bunch, but didn’t try to eat all of it and didn’t eat enough to puke. That’s a good sign. Then the true test. I made a mesquite smoked turkey breast and provolone sandwich. She liked both the turkey and the cheese. And for dessert, I let her at my ice cream cone. She liked that too.
Big test will be using the box(es). Won’t let her in my bedroom until she proves she’s using it consistently.
Just Say No.
What a cutie. She looks like a Felicity.
What a cutie patootie!!! Chimera, I’m really glad that you are trying with another cat. I know how much you want one, I’m sure this will work out. Kittens are pretty smart and very accomodating. They learn fast and don’t come with bad habits.
One kitten with pics is worth 2 colanders, you can stay 
And I’ll offer up my nickname for her. Felicity means joyous and happy. Felix felix means domestic cat. Fela means happy cat. If that fits her, I would be proud to be her namesake.
4 colanders, three kitties, two doggies and five chickens. Can I stay too?
Chimera, she’s lovely!
I’m pretty sure I don’t need a colander, but even if I did I wouldn’t get one. It sounds like they breed. :eek:
This probably isn’t rantish but it looks like the area where I lost a nice amount of skin from the sole of my foot has a stable scab. Considering it’s right in the arch and I can feel it flex if I walk normally, I’m pretty pleased with that.
edit: does the strainer basket of my spaghetti pot count as a colander. Oh god I hope not. They can’t reproduce asexually, right?
Yup. Say something like, “I have enough friends. I’m looking for a lover.” and see what she does.
(And what a sweet little kittie!)
SQUEE!!! She is ADORABLE!
SHE USED THE BOX!!!
She decided to follow me around. I was getting worried because she’s been here more than 6 hours, eaten a lot, and hadn’t gone. So I walked into the bathroom (where one of the boxes is) and stood facing the mirror and not looking at her. She stepped into the box, pawed around a while and then peed really good. Of course, the funny part was that she peed near a corner, and then couldn’t figure out how to bury it. She’d paw some litter around, then look at it, and try another spot, and look at it. Must’ve tried 5-6 times before getting it half covered. Then she jumped out of the box to look at it. I grabbed the scooper and dragged some litter over the top of it. That got her to jump back in the box and look/sniff at it really good.
She’s decided she likes the canned cat food. I gave her some fancy feast Salmon & Shrimp. She demanded more. I didn’t give it to her. About 20 minutes later I walked through the kitchen and she walked over and pawed at the refrigerator door. I gave her a bit more.
Waiting to see when she poops, because her stomach is getting a bit distended with all the food she’s getting. Hope she learns to bury the stuff. I don’t want to wake up to that smell again.
Chimera, she looks like a real sweetie! Congratulations on your new enslavement!
I have four colanders, three sieves, and a huge tea infuser that I don’t use for tea; I use it to make mulled mead. I have two spoiled Basset Hounds and a sassy cat, all rescues. Can I stay? 
Jeeze, lookit the overachiever!
I never got one, but my mother bought me one because I needed one because I didn’t have one.
Some time later she bought me one because I needed one because I didn’t have one (I did, but for some reason my kitchen doesn’t have things in the same spot as her kitchen - do you think the different sizes, shapes and distributions might be related to this issue?).
Last Christmas, she gave me another because I needed one because I didn’t have one.
At an approximate rate of one colander every two years, and if flatlined and Bill don’t buy any more, I should reach her about the turn of the decade.
Chimera, congratulations on your new feline overlord
Well, overnight and this morning after I got up, she peed in the mhnhnhnhnkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiij box again and pooped. And those letters were her deciding c1t/check out my keyboard.
So unless there is some dramatic failure along the line, I think we’re good.
Congrats Chimera! She looks like a Birdie/Bertie to me.
Last night was full of fail. Planned on seeing a movie at 7. Due to multiple road closures and a train, we got there late. Okay, another movie we wanted to see started at 740, so we putzed around until 730, only to discover TheKid looked up the wrong theater.
As we were driving home, I thought “Drive In!” Ran to the grocery store for noshes, but I was starving so we went to Taco Bell. To be served by the slowest human ever. Twenty minutes later, we left with our food and came home for a few minutes.
On the road again, it 830, first movie at dusk, and it’s an almost one hour drive to BFE.
Got there in 45 minutes…
Sold out.
Fail.