Mom loves reading; she said she’d stop buying books once she had 3000. When she thought she was getting close to that figure, she asked me to inventory her books… oops, about 4700 and that’s counting multi-volume items as a single “book”. Joining the library’s book club gave her both interesting stuff to read and people to talk about it with.
Aunt loves sewing crafts, she’s more of an embroiderer than a seamstress. Half the time we talk with her she’s either just back from or about to go on another trip with the local lacemaking circle…
My hot water heater popped an hour or two ago. I’m glad it woke me up. Bedroom flooded, I’m ruining every towel I have to grab all this water. Hoping there’s enough hot water left in it to get clean when I turn the water back on for a minute in the morning. Argh
And the pharmacie people can’t do their maths, because they’ve given me 50 strips to test my blood sugar for the next months. At six strips a day, that is precisely buggerall.
Also, itty-bitty feet still in my kidney or ovary or something. It actually gets almost as sharp as gallbladder pains.
Wasn’t an issue until I got up this morning and all of the toilet paper was on the floor. Oh well, at least there hadn’t been much on the roll.
Oh, and her name is Magrathea Ananke (lastname). Maggie for short, but I seem to call her Magrathea more often. For those not familiar with it, Magrathea is the legendary world of custom planet builders from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I went a while calling her all sorts of names from across the room (good names, good names!) and that was the only one where she even looked at me.
Not singling you out because I see it in others, but does a broken cookie somehow taste different than an unbroken cookie? I really don’t get this attitude, for want of a better term.
Your method is how our previous cat, Felix, got his name (and no, I wasn’t thinking of the cartoon, since I’d never heard of it at that time. I was thinking Odd Couple character). When he came home from the shelter (picked up as a stray), he quickly made it clear that the name they’d given him, “Soldier”, just wasn’t HIS name. Spent a few days getting to know him, then started trying names, and when I tried Felix, he responded well to it, so that was his name for the next sixteen years.
Our current cat, Allie, came already named when we got her from a different shelter (owner surrender). We didn’t want to add to her distress over the home-to-shelter-to-new-home-with-strangers upheaval by trying to change her name, but we did change the spelling, thinking “Alley” was just a little too bad-joke cutesy.
Bought an item from Newegg in May, dutifully jumped through the hoops to get my $40 rebate (filling out online form to register, printing, mailing with UPC by date, etc). Get email six weeks ago saying it was received and is being “processed”. Get email three weeks ago saying it’s done being processed and they mailed their “response”. Get mail today saying “Nope. Wasn’t in my the postmark date”.
Call the support line, say “I know it was postmarked by the date because I took it to the post office counter myself”. They immediately say “Oh, ok… you’ll get your rebate in two weeks”
Nice job trying to run out the clock and screw me over on my $40, Newegg.
Sounds about right! I got an $80 rebate on a TV a bunch of years ago, from Newegg, and had to really keep on top of it to make sure they didn’t time it out somehow.
Yeah, I dunno about the broken cookie thing. To me they’re just ‘pre-portioned’ for when I don’t quite want a whole cookie (assuming good sized cookies).
Depending on how they’re going to be used (for example, dunking in milk) then yes, a broken cookie works differently from an unbroken one. And if they were in a handbag and the package wasn’t perfectly closed, broken cookies mean crumbs everywhere.
Seriously, guys, one would think you’ve never discovered that the public toilet had no paper, grabbed a Kleenex and found crumbs.
For what it’s worth, I ate the rest of the bag of broken cookies myself today, and shared the non-broken ones at work, where they were much appreciated.
Really, broken cookies are pretty much the least of my problems. Next time I’ll just remember to carry them around in a container as opposed to a bag. I was kind of being silly in that long ranty post, as you probably realized.
Good to hear, but do be careful. You can’t rush healing, lest you mess up the stitches and have to start all over again. Starting over the second time will be much worse.
Loves how she got her name. And has to explain that I didn’t mean that to be directed at you, like MLS, my typing isn’t so good anymore. I was just sharing my rules about toilet paper.
And…do be warned, you have a very smart kitten. She read my advice and realized that her slave might pay attention, so had her fun with toilet paper right away
I never heard that one before. I’m so going to be useing it from now on!
Bolding mine and requoted it because I was laughing so hard.
EmilyG, I loved your rant, but you didn’t use enough smilies!!!
My rant…my online polyglot friend has been in the hospital for 3 weeks and still can’t read. Mind is good, communication skills are OK, but his mobility problems mean that only one eye tracks.
I was the one who told his son to go to the library and get my friend some audio books. Canada is supposed to have a great health care system, so why did I have to be the one to suggest that? He had a major stroke, he needs mental stimulation and daytime TV will just turn his mind to mush.
Meh, when my rescue director was dieing, she couldn’t read books because they were too heavy, so I was the one who bought her a kindle and loaded it for her.
Reading is so important. I know that medical staff are focused on keeping people alive, but part of keeping people alive is keeping their minds stimulated.
Amen, Sister flatlined! My friend from the previous post spent last night in the hospital (observation, released today, still don’t know what happened, but it wasn’t a heart attack.) After being admitted, she had another emergency: she’d already read the book in her purse! Fortunately, I was able to talk her through downloading something from the Play Store onto her phone, or else it would have been a 140-mile round trip for me at one am.
A bit more good news on that front: I just confirmed that the other third of our inseparable trio of college friends is flying in from the west coast in two months. Come hell or high water, we are having a girls’ weekend reunion in north Georgia.
That’s exactly how the Late Great Peter got his name. He was originally Bootsie, but he wanted a more dignified name and got it. Right up until the end of his life if you called him Bootsie, he would turn around and give you A Look.
