The gloves are just to control the mess. You don’t want to get vasoline on your garments, sheets, your significant other’s hair… Any gloves will do.
I thought I could wipe the excess off on the cat’s fur. (Joking!)
Got the little ginger kitty, who (shockingly) is indeed a girl. Have decided I’m the most selfish, bad kitty owner in the history of the world, as the introduction of the little ginger kitty has completely, utterly, totally devastated our other kitty. You can see the heartbreak in her eyes.
And yes, I realize I’m anthropomorphising the older kitty, but… she is SO SAD. And hissy. 
Then you might get fur on your hands, and you can pretend the fur on your hands counts as gloves.
Ehhh…wait a couple of months, then if you take little ginger kitty away, you’ll get the same look. Cats are like kids, yesterday’s upset is tomorrow’s normal.
So, finally settled all the ID theft shit. Then wife, who is on a double dose of Augmentin for resp. inf., gets a nasty cough. Goes to doc - one blood test and a chest x-ray later the verdict is in - Influenza Type A. She had the flu shot. I did not. She says to go get one. I’m like, “Why? You got one and look what happened.” This went over about as well as you might expect.
So, I got to do all the last minute Christmas shopping/preparations (the shopping part is actually ok - I’m one of those weird people who enjoys shopping on the day before a major holiday, it’s great to be the least stressed person in the store) and take an extra day off work.
So here we are, she had to quit taking the Tamiflu as it was tearing her up (bad stomach stuff and a nasty rash on her legs), but she seems to be over it. So let’s start planning the makeup Xmas visits with the various 'rents. Oh wait, now the little guy has a cough…
Is 2013 over yet?
Just sitting here, skimming my Facebook news feed. All my friends have a better life than me - one’s going to Cuba, one is on a skiing vacation, one just got some money…while I’m just staying put at home.
Whatever. Hmm, at least being here at home, I can get some work done.
Also, a few of my favourite bands aren’t playing any Montreal dates anytime soon. Including a band that is actually from Montreal! Boourns.
It’d be nice if I could just forget my cares and go to a show put on by a local comedian that I like - but most of his shows are sold out already. Poo.
Ah well. These rants aren’t anything major. Maybe I’m trying too hard to find stuff to rant about? Anyway, I hope y’all will have a nice night. 
I put a dab of vaseline on my cat’s arm every night for hairballs (she doesn’t like the malt flavoured stuff that she’s supposed to like).
I miss when I had a functioning gallbladder.
Any elaboration would be seriously TMI.
RIP, my poor non-functioning now-cremated* little buddy. It’s been almost a year, and I still miss what we could do together.
*they cremate medical waste, right?
Yep, cremated. I just had mine out on the 4th. Lots of Christmas conversation with the extended family, that! So far, don’t miss it at all. No problems. There was a thread I started about it, and another thread by another Doper last week about the need for his to come out, too. I think there are actually a couple other Dopers who will lose theirs imminently. Seems to be gallbladder harvest season!
Anyway, some of what came up in those conversations is that some people do have issues with, er, stool that moves too quickly. There’s a medication for that! Talk to your doctor, something about a certain digestive salt that you can take as a supplement.
Does she accept it? I won’t say “like” because after all, she’s a cat. But my cats don’t like the flavored stuff either; I hate to think how much money I’ve spent trying to find one they will accept. And when I put it on their arms they shake it off all over the kitchen. Maybe a tiny bit of vaseline is the answer?
They make it into hot dogs.
Which my doc tells me is a rousing case of step after testing the little bugs infesting my throat and handed me a zpack as I am deathly allergic to penicillin [and a fair number of other antibiotics] to try and keep it from rolling into pneumonia or anything else. So much for going to visit my mom for Christmas. 
Went to dinner with some friends last night. About halfway through the meal I glance at the plate holding what’s left of the oil I dipped my bread in. A stink bug is wandering along the rim. I snag a passing bus boy and quietly ask him to take the plate. He apologizes and hurries away with the plate.
My friends, who haven’t noticed anything wrong to this point, ask what just happened. I explain and they seem a bit surprised, but drop it after I assure them it wasn’t a roach (they’d be scraping me off the ceiling if it were). All’s fine. For about one minute.
Then the owner comes out and profusely apologizes to me. He offers to replace my food and I assure him I was long done with the bread and the bug went no where near my dinner. Friends sit by quietly until he leaves.
THEN the harping begins. Why didn’t I ask to get comped? (On the $10 special I just stated never got touched by the bug.) I should have at least insisted on a free drink. (I had water all night, the bus boy was already giving me free drinks. Unless they were suggesting I get *them *a free drink for the bug they never noticed?) Dessert! This at least warrants a dessert! (Even if I were interested, I have no clue what they offer and am not going to scream at the owner ‘ME WANT FOOD!’) On and on and on. No one found it necessary to keep their voices from carrying during this.
I went from having a nice dinner to listening to how I deserve free stuff because the restaurant located in a wooded area, with people coming and going and regular produce deliveries failed to remain completely sterile. If I hadn’t gotten a ride from someone, I probably would have got up and left.
You did right. Why spoil the event with a big To-Do. Apparently your friends dont see it that way tho.
How many bugs do we have (known or unknown) in our own personal houses? It happens.
The Bog and I swear by O’Keeffe’s. I use the Healthy Feet one and he uses the Working Hands one. His hands are so cracked and hurt from working outside, and this works. I order it online.
Thanks, Serafina, for confirming I’m not the only person who doesn’t see a minor inconvenience as a excuse to cash in. By the end of the meal I was starting to feel like a freak.
The owner actually came back out later and insisted I accept a few items from the dessert tray. (Not sure if this was spontaneous or he heard them.) That just led to more mutterings about how I could have gotten more. :rolleyes:
Everyone at the table last night has worked in customer service before. You’d think they’d all want to avoid being that customer.
Do you use it with socks? I’m thinking I may need to do something for my feet and lower legs. The skin is very dry.
Without going into details: I’m tired of people dissing the clothes I wear. Stop it.
Also, I kind of wanted to go somewhere, but it looks like I’ll be staying put. Darn it.
I smear the vaseline right into her arm fur - she would shake it off if I didn’t do that. She grudgingly licks it off after that, which is the whole point (getting it into her gullet).
I just threw out my favorite pair of shoes. The had no tread left and wearing them in snow caused hideous foot funk. Luckily, I was able to find a similar pair at the local shoe store (last pair in my size in this side of the Metro area!), but still.
Today it’s a whopping 40f, opened the kitchen window for fresh air. Within 24 hours the temp is supposed to drop 50 degrees. Feh. I have been able to chisel out the majority of the driveway, which is good. Now my back hurts like hell.