Not a problem. We’ll rent a huge mega-RV in Chicago and lead a mega-convoy of dopers to the mega-party.
If you’re going to have a large dog in the city, get him neutered. If you’re going to have a large dog, unneutered, in the city, maybe make sure he’s not aggressive before letting him outside. Maybe also make sure you keep him on a leash, as unneutered dogs like to, you know, run off. If you’re going to have an unneutered, aggressive, unleashed dog in the city, maybe you shouldn’t put him in an elf outfit, which fools people into thinking he’s not an unneutered aggressive dog who is running up to their dog without a leash.
Because if you do these things, and the person who owns the dog being approached by the unneutered, aggressive, off-leash, large dog in an elf costume, happens to be an off-duty cop, well your little elf that looks cute but tries to take a chunk out of the leashed dog’s neck, just might get shot.
… a covered atrium…
Bitch to heat up, I can tell you.
Gramps died in August of 2010. The electrical bill is in Grandma’s name: phone and gas are still in his. I don’t know about the water.
Both the phone and gas wanted to cancel the old accounts and open new ones, in order to “transfer” them; for the phone, that would have meant changing a number that four generations have been required to recite by heart before being allowed to go to the park on our own. There have been minor changes to it due to phone system reorganizations but otherwise it’s been the same number since 1938. If I do end up getting that house, my nephews willl inherit it with that number still assigned :p.
For the gas, it would have meant getting on the normal tariff and then going again through the process of demonstrating that the account holder is a person on minimal income. We figure we’ll update it when it’s for someone who isn’t on minimal income.
Nighttime cough meds don’t make me sleepy, but they apparently disable all the shields between my brain and my mouth. I can’t wait until unmedicated me gets to deal with the aftermath. Until then? Yeehaw, motherfuckers. Don’t ask my opinion unless you’re sure you want my opinion.
Why? What’d you say?
Oh, my idiot cousin (late thirties, mother of four, never married, but currently engaged - to a guy who got out of prison on July 1, meth charges. Prior sentences were for car theft and burglary.) Anyway, D thinks that I’m her ally, because we both found ‘twue wuv’ a bit later in life. So she basically asked me whether I thought that she and her Boo are meant to be. As it turns out, I don’t know her Boo, but my husband has arrested him two or three times, and I mentioned that I really might overlook a single youthful theft, but meth? No. I wouldn’t have that person around my kids.
But I sort of phrased it as “hell no. Et cetera.”
Is your cousin’s taste as Ronduh-like as it seems? We really need more Ron tales.
TLDR version - **RealOmegaMan **and I got engaged at the weekend and I wish my family would just be happy about it.
- ha, just got a text from my mum inviting us to NY Day dinner. Quickest resolution ever
Congratulations, oh most Impish of brides-to-be!
Thank you Nava! All our friends, colleagues and his family have been so happy for us. My family have been mostly noted by their silence.
It’s just starting to send me into self-doubt[1] about whether I’m actually able to move out from my sister’s home and be an independant functional adult again (have been living under her roof since 2010, daughter was born here, have been fairly emotionally and financially dependendant on her since former-husband threw me out at 5 months pregnant).
[1] Not doubting you, dearest lurker, just me.
Congratulations!
Unless you’re Lacunae Matata’s cousin…
Two plane flights in the past two months, ended up sick as the proverbial dog after each of them. Clearly, from now on I need to travel by private jet to avoid all that disease being spread by the public.
I’m sure the company I work for will understand. :o
I’m no doubt someone’s idiot cousin, but not that particular one. Not enough kids
Do we have a name for next month’s rant thread yet?
Ooooh! No, but we need one. Except I, ah, have no clever ideas.
I’m not sure if this is a rant or relief: part of my job involves managing issues related to new product implementations in Medicare. Benefits roll over tonight at 12:01 a.m., so monitoring begins at 11 and continues hourly, 24/7, for the next several weeks. What this means is that I’ll be working today (started at 7 a.m.) until possibly noon tomorrow, with the possibility of two to three hours’ sleep in between meetings. However, working 24-36 hours straight is not unheard of.
But that isn’t what’s got me annoyed. The thing is, it’s about fucking time. This is what we prepare for all fucking year, sometimes years in advance. As we get closer and closer, people flip out more and more and more until finally, the lull comes. The few days before New Year’s when we’ve done all we can to prepare and now we’re just waiting for the bomb to drop (if it drops). Now I’m just jacking around, cleaning up my inbox, organizing my shit, calming people the fuck down and making sure my team understands what they need to do. And waiting. I fucking hate waiting.
Auld Rant Syne?
Congrats Cinnamon Imp!
My rant is that just in time for the new year I’m getting a cold. This one appears to be the start of a real cold and not allergies which I was mistaking for colds before. I wish it were, it’s easier to head it off at the pass. Velociraptor has been coughing for ages thanks to his asthma and now I may get to spend January doing the same thing. Yay.
Happy New Rants, Same As The Old Rants?