Hooter’s?
Wow, was I ever sick yesterday. Apparently Norwalk is going around, and there are a couple of cases at Derek’s fire hall right now, which is where I was for dinner on Saturday night. I suspect that’s what this is/was, as does my doctor. I haven’t been that sick for years, and I’m SO glad I feel better today. Staying home today though - apparently Norwalk is contagious for about 48 hours after the onset of symptoms. I’m glad for another day off to recover (and luckily it’s not busy at work this week), but I’m going crazy stuck in the house.
I have a sinus infection starting. My sinus medicine is at home. Good thing there’s Tylenol at work to keep the pain down until I can get home.
Crave.
Oh yeah, I woke up at 2am vomiting and thought it was food poisoning from that place.
Nope. No one else in the family sick. I get to work (yeah, I still came in) and find that my co-worker called in sick because he ‘finally caught the stomach bug’ that his wife has had for a week. So I know where it came from at least.
Boy, this year has been sucktastic for you, hasn’t it? 
I’m so sorry about your bunny. We’ve had quite the spate of pets having to be put down around here lately, so at least you’re in good company, but boy does it ever suck to have to do so. Hang in there, okay? I’m rooting for you to have a better Next Year.
Go to another … what? 
Inquiring minds want to know!
WTF is “Norwalk?” Is that some weird auto-correct of norovirus?
passes around chocolate, booze, cold medication, coffee, and more chocolate, as needed
*** also, smacks Chimera’s mother upside the head *** (Sorry, dude. She’s your mom and all, but she deserves it. Give your daughter a big ol’ hug, okay?)
Norwalk virus is the original name for norovirus; the scientific name was derived from the name of the city where the first identified/noticed/analyzed outbreak occurred.
(Oh, and regarding my Audible gift rant - I’m pretty sure I can’t go “take” that audiobook from my sister’s account. I think books stay linked to the account, not the device, which means I can’t just go take it lest I link my phone to her account instead of mine.)
Yup, one and the same. Norovirus is the more ‘modern’ name for it.
My GF’s adult son is a bum. He follows the remaining members of the Grateful Dead, doesn’t shower, lives on handouts, bartering and minor crime. Occasionally he stays with us for a week or two. I have to put up with it, because he is GF’s son. He left about a week ago.
Now he’s back…and he brought guests! No, it’s even worse than that. GF drove from LA to Bakersfield to pick up bum and guests and bring them to our house. GF called me just before leaving to get them, using her best pouty voice, asking if it would be OK for them to stay one night with us. I have to balance my concern for GF (who’s son is a bum), with my revulsion at having dirty strangers in my house.
I let them stay one night. I came home on 2nd night, and they were still there. GF said they will leaving today.
If they are still there when I get home. I am packing a bag and re-evaluating my relationship status.
The only clock that didn’t get set back was the one in my car. The radio makes plenty of noise but the display has a problem that I don’t know can be fixed. I just don’t like when it gets dark so early and I don’t like this time of year.
I think she said go to *one *another, as in get together.
I also think your idea is…interesting. Allows all sorts of speculation, as it were.
Anya Marie, take heart. Three days and we’re headed back the other way, with the darkness. Soon, soon.
To my loving husband:
Sometimes I feel like I have to do everything. We’re buying a house, getting ready for Christmas and my best friend is pissed at me. And yeah, maybe I haven’t had the greatest attitude lately, thanks for calling me out on it. Maybe you could help with a few things? Make supper? Get up with the baby? Pick up your dirty clothes? That’s ok, I got it.
Ugh. He better help shovel when this snow comes!
(ok, I feel better now)
Go visit one another. Someone has to drive or fly and nothing’s planned until next summer.
Dear Bank of America,
Six weeks ago, I went to another state and used the shit out of my debit card for several days and you didn’t say a word. Today I used it at the Kmart down the street and you went full-on panic, locking my card up and texting, emailing, and calling me to alert me of possible fraud.
Thanks for looking out for me.
Love,
Me
Well, yay for that, anyway.
I would be too.
I keep forgetting to say it - Happy Birthday, flatlined!
I don’t know how anybody could not be concerned with their ass end out in traffic. I am very uncomfortable in that position.
I hate being half in a parking lot, because even though the right lane is supposed to be the turn lane you know some dumb ass is going to be speeding through there trying to get ahead of traffic and clip your ass off.
This, but for Chase. I can use it a couple states over and nada. Suddenly and for the first time, in the same weekend I go to the same veterinarian that I visit a few times a year and have for the last, oh, 20 years or so (and every 12 weeks for the last couple years), then down the road to Costco, and boom, e-mail and text alerts. Yeah, thanks for alerting me that I’m spending money at normal places for me?
I hate how psychotic someone in my class is. She doesn’t get along with someone else in my class, and she’s always picking fights with him. Sometimes she’ll randomly remember something he did in the past that annoyed her, and she’ll get mad all over again and throw a huge fit. I don’t know how much more of this bullshit I can take.
You know I was being sarcastic, right? Good drivers are aware and concerned about everything going on around them, identifying and predicting and reacting to any situation that might come up.
So today, our housekeeper and I were having a talk. This was a good talk, I’ve never had a housekeeper and it makes me feel like she thinks I’m a slob when she cleans up after me. She likes her job and wants to make me comfortable and doesn’t think I’m a slob at all (or so she said), but it is her job to keep our home clean, so she just automatically picks up as she moves through the house.
During this, Lucky strolled into the kitchen and casually jumped on the counter like he belonged there. I was outraged! He knows better than to jump on tables or counters when the people are home. I leaped up, clapping and yelling and ran over to shove him off. BAD KITTY!!!
According to Karen, he’s acted like that since he got released from the bedroom and she didn’t know if cats were suddenly allowed to be on counters…but because she didn’t know my rules, the only thing she had done to stop it was to keep the kitchen door closed. Which made me feel like she didn’t want me in there.
So, maybe it was good that Lucky jumped on the counter. Both of us are more comfortable now.
But seriously, I taught him better than that. A counter is a counter, stay off them idiot cat lest you remember the wrath of the watergun and foil under your feets!
Grandma Jerk sucks.
My libertarian friend from both Facebook and real life needs to shut the fuck up about guns and schools. He’s a very sane guy but he’s gone completely off the rails on this one. I do not to read another stupid comment by him about the need to have guns around third graders.