Someone must have heard me swearing when I got home last night, because none of the decorations were lit this evening. Either that, or one of the darling little scamps that hangs out at the playground all afternoon found some wire cutters.
Sorry to hear it. Hopefully the last 3 sessions will be over quickly.
My girlfriend,whom I hadn’t seen for over a year came by and we went out for smoothies. That’s the good part. On the way home she mentioned that she didn’t get vaccinated. She’s been around people who’ve had it but she knows God protects her. I wish she’d told me before we hung out. God does let people get sick. I could say I know God will protect me if I want into traffic, but…God doesn’t want me to walk into traffic.
Right. Just like the famous story (recently cited on another thread, which I’ve shamelessly ripped off) of the guy who ignored the flood warning because “God would protect him”. Then when the flood came, ignored the rescue boat, because “God would protect him”. Then when he was on the roof of his house, refused the helicopter rescue because “God would protect him”. When he drowned, and arrived in heaven, God said, “I sent you a radio warning, a rescue boat, and helicopter. What the fuck are you doing here?”
Your girlfriend is a dangerous idiot who is contributing to the continued spread and mutation of COVID.
…and there are other women out there who aren’t dangerous idiots.
I’m surprised that he didn’t pull the car over to the curb and say in the loudest
Eddie Murphy voice possible,
“Girl… G-t the F-ck Outta my car! Now, Beotch…!
If God is so Viral Almighty and on your speed dial, he can Uber your -ss home…!”
Platonic girlfriend, I’m a straight female. I was close enough to walk home, but the damage, if any, had been done. She was driving me.
Oh. Ugh.
Well, she sure wiped her shoes on your back … and heel-stomped you with her stiletto heels for good measure. Look… this SUCKS… but now you need to get tested.
If you are lucky enough to get negative results… then you really need to consider a booster.
And block/lose the number of that ‘friend’.
( You can say “Go Eff Off, Mans-plainer Dad” now… )
A small update on the children. - The daughter has admitted that she is jealous of her brother. She is sorry and asks that mom and dad spend more time with her. We watched the new Netflix My Little Pony movie with her. She went to school today and, as of 12:44, I have not yet been called to pick her up.
Unfortunately, the son seems to be worse again. A lot of coughing, a lot of congestion, a lot of wheezing. The cough has been productive, in that he keeps vomiting. Everyone says that’s good thing because he’s getting it out. It is so fucking hard to watch though.
Today, I pit limited sick leave time. I get 5 days per calendar year. I have blown through that and nearly all of my vacation time. Today, I would like to take a sick day so I can sleep after staying up all night with my son. But, alas, I cannot. I have two days of paid leave to last me the rest of the year and I’d like to use one of those days for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.
Tenth.
That is all.
Well, another Wednesday has come and gone, and I had another weekly torture at the Wound Clinic. Today I flat out told them that I no longer want them to use Hydrofera on my wounds, because there’s no way to remove it without removing some skin. They all chimed in, saying how much they love the stuff. I pointed out that it’s my skin being ripped off, not theirs.
So we’re trying something else.
Anyway, I’m currently in agony from all their poking and scraping.
Is short term disability an option?
“Yellowstone” wouldn’t be such a terrible show if it wasn’t so Stinking Republican…"
I went up in the attic earlier today, and was greeted by the sight of at least 50 flies congregating and buzzing around the south-facing window at the head of the stairs. It reminded me of a movie scene, and not in a good way.
Later I had to fetch something from the garage apartment, and noticed a swarm of Asian lady beetles on a south wall.
If Pluto starts pawing frantically at the basement door, I’m getting the hell out of here.
Flies? Come Hell or High Water… Shred 'Em…
I don’t think our policy lets me use it on an intermittent basis and I’ve exhausted my FMLA having a baby.
Regardless, this phase is temporary. It will pass.
An update on the GIGANTIC garbage and recycling bins (and also kitchen waste composting bin) that I ranted about in October. Also a bit of an anti-rant.
After noticing that many of the neighbours were also leaving these GIGANTIC bins outside, I gave up on the idea of remodeling the garage to accommodate them. I have better things to do with my time. They are currently at the side of the house, but when winter snows threaten, I’m just going to have them at the edge of the driveway near the front of the house. The driveway itself will always be clear of snow, thanks to my snowplowing guy who charges an arm and a leg but is extremely reliable.
Having made that decision, the huge size of these GIGANTIC bins is actually pretty cool. They’re like miniature dumpsters. The first time I used the recycling bin, I had accumulated a vast amount of paper boxes, plastic and glass bottles, and other crap – so vast that I thought the pickup guy operating the robot would be surprised that the thing was full. No way. The thing is so huge that with everything imaginable I could throw into it, it was barely half full!
This is good. Now if I miss a collection because of bad weather or I just don’t feel like going outside, it doesn’t matter in the least. These things have immense capacity.
How many bodies would fit in one? Asking for a friend. A friend who has run out of space to bury certain entities under the basement floor…
Where I am, recyclables were put out curbside every friday in red a plastic basket about the size of a microwave oven that the county provided. I could keep it in my garage. Then they replaced the basket with a “GIGANTIC” green roll-out container similar to our trash containers for pick-up every other week. No way will that fit in my garage, so I try to stash it in the least conspicuous location on the side of my light gray house, aside/behind my light gray roll out trash container.
The thing is, I just don’t generate much recyclable waste in my existence, and so it can take 2 months before that sucker gets full enough that I have to roll it out. I liked the basket better.
Why wait for it to get full? Won’t the county pick up if it’s mostly empty?