You turn the AC on when its 70?!?! I’m having the vapors just thinking about it. How could you possibly be optimistic when you live in a place that is cold enough to freeze snot? Thinks about fainting.
I have a bi-level and the heat migrates so it gets toasty in the rec room. Plus the way the roof and attic are configured, there’s not as much insulation so if there’s a lot of sun, since it’s a smaller space, it gets hotter faster. The rest of the house is fine but that room is always a problem.
I plan to snowbird to a hot place and walk around in shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of “winter” there. 
I took the drivers license test in 2011 and was not asked to do a K turn, in Indiana.
Two days before Christmas our clothes dryer says “Bah! Humbug!” Looks like the heating element. This dryer isn’t even three years old yet and this will be the second time we’ve had to have it repaired. The first time was a broken belt after just 14 months. Stupid Samsung piece of crap!
The kittens are alive and well this morning. I haven’t seen momma but she roams the woods during the day. We will probably try to trap them on Thursday or Friday.
The dog my co-worker found is safely in the care of a wonderful vet. She said the dog is a 75 pound chow mix and it took her and a friend 3 hours to get him in her car, even though he kept nuzzling her and obviously wanted help,. He is covered in mange and may have been hit by a car. The vet told her he will take care of the dog and they can talk Friday about what to do.
She and I had a long conversation this morning about how we can’t understand people who see situations like that and aren’t moved to help. Not to mention the people who put the animals in these situations in the first place. There are a lot of “let nature take its course” type folks around here but dumping domesticated animals in the woods is not natural. I don’t understand it but I’m not going to condemn them. The dumpers, though, fuck you and if you believe in a hell, I hope it’s a place where you are dumped naked in an endless frozen forest.
Yup. A Chicago no-kill dog/cat/rabbit shelter has an annual running total of post-Easter dumped domestic rabbits (who do not know how to survive outside and usually don’t have the right coloration to blend in, even) that they managed to rescue alive. This year they’re nearly at 50, with one rescued during frigid cold just a couple weeks ago. People suck sometimes.
We have an old and completely blind cat at the shelter currently. The people who brought him in saw him get dumped out of a car at a forest preserve. There really is a special place in hell for those people.
Warning: really bitter most unjoyous rant ahead.
I admit to an annual case of the fuck off and drop dead Christians over Christmas right now. Almost no one has to work harder because of Yom Kippur. But I get stuck having to rearrange my work schedule and cram it into longer days because the goyim are celebrating their fucking goyim holiday sanctioned by our supposedly secular government.
One of my neighbor’s asshole kids was even being a jerk to my eldest child, taunting her that she isn’t getting anything for Christmas because she’s a Jew. Her mother is the same ass who has been trying to convince our local superintendent to avoid giving off any Jewish holidays on the grounds that we only have a handful of Jews living here and letting kids on those days would be catering to a minority that doesn’t matter and gravely inconveniencing people who do.
:rolleyes:
Sorry but I am really, really, really tired right now and it is all because of overwork because I am literally never allowed to work on Christmas. So it’s okay to ask me to work, work, work, work, work, WORK so Christians can have time off but then it’s also okay to ask me work on any Jewish holiday because if I don’t it might make things harder for Christians and we all know that any Christian should never, ever, ever, never have life the slightest bit harder. Especially to accommodate the needs of Jews. Even though their religion is based around the life of a dead Jew.
Merry fucking Christmas, goyim from one very, very, very tired and extremely overworked Jew. I hope you’re happy as you take time off – and force me to do the same – to celebrate the birth of a Jewish guy. Religion sucks.
One of my cousins has a little boy who has taken to lecturing total strangers at the grocery store about Jesus. She thinks it’s cute.
Religion sucks when people cram it down other people’s throats.
So grocery store that I really don’t like going to but had to today for various unrelated reasons having to do with my car, the dead alternator, and the ability, once the battery is charged up with the husband’s charger to only go a certain number of miles and run for a certain length of time before it will die and have to be towed so I’d like to get in and out of your freakin store sometime before New Year’s goddamned day, it might be a good idea, on Christmas Eve, when the entire store is packed, and just about everyone who has a cart is buying liquor - to have checkout people who can actually SCAN THE DAMN LIQUOR!!! There were 15 lines open for checkout, and one person who had to run back and forth between lines for the “over 21” purchases. HELL!! All I wanted was a case of beer, a pound of sugar, a newspaper and a bottle of freakin’ Cold Duck. That should NOT TAKE 1/2 A FUCKING HOUR.
And I barely made it home.
I’m really feeling somewhat stabby right now.
Mom’s cooking something on the stovetop, and I’m really wishing now that I had stayed up late to scrape up the boiled-over soup from yesterday. It smells like burning peas in here. 
Let us rejoice! In a short 36 hours, we will be done with this Christmas shit for another year!
Well no, Thursday through Sunday will be the After Christmas sales.
Then THAT Season will finally be over for another year.
August is in only 8 months if I’ve counted correctly. 
A hundred times today, at least:
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. “Yes, Merry Christmas”
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. “Yes, Merry Christmas”
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. “Yes, Merry Christmas”
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. “Yes, Merry Christmas”
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. “Yes, Merry Christmas”
Them. “Merry Christmas”
Me. "Oh put a fucking sock in it already!!!"
It’s coming. I can feel it.
Merry Christmas, close relative! No, I will not sign a document releasing you from liability for your criminal behaviour, and no, I will not help you keep this out of court. Yes, I understand that you are not happy with me. I’ve checked in with my honour and my conscience and they’re both good. If you’re in jail next Christmas I’ll send you a fruitcake.
Two out of three inflatables stolen from the lawn yesterday between noon and two. They belong to my DIL, so she was the person most upset. I filled out the online police report, with the idea that it would bother her less, but I kept having to stop and ask her for information. Oh, well.
One part of me wants to hear the backstory about this that you’re pretty clearly choosing to not share at this time.
Another part wants to know why it’s “behaviour” and “honour,” but not “gaol.”
I’m having a hard time deciding which part is nagging me the hardest.
I would also have used “behaviour” and “honour,” and not “gaol.”