I am so sorry, Lacunae. I really had been praying that you and your family could find normal again. I really have no words to say how sorry I am. Poor Tony, poor you and poor kids and dogs.
Thanks all. Tony’s feeling quite a bit better right now - largely because I drugged the hell out of him when he came home. We’ll see what the doc has to say tomorrow…
I’m feeling really irritated. Any one thing on its own would not vex me so but all these things at once just has me grinding my teeth.
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[li]Yesterday, a project I had been working really hard on got nixed because IT doesn’t have all the plants on the same software standards yet. It almost felt like they were blaming me for that.[/li][li]I left my lights on while I was at work yesterday and had to ask my boss for a jump. Nope, not embarrassing at all. Also, when did cars become something you just buy? I wish people would quit saying that maybe it’s time to replace my 20 year old car. Do they think I don’t know that?[/li][li]I had to do laundry last night. It was tough because the baby was fussy and I got home late due to the previous item but I got everything into the dryer at a reasonable hour. Unfortunately, that stupid dryer is a liar. It does not dry clothes, it just tumbles them around and gives you false hope. My husband and to hang all the clothes in our tiny apartment while I attempted to get the baby to sleep. It was 10:45 before either of us got to bed.[/li][li]And, finally, the last straw. I woke up at 4:30 this morning (I also woke up around 2 or so when the baby woke up hungry) and barely got everything done because my husband didn’t do his chores over the weekend and they couldn’t wait anymore. Sorry, kitty, that your litter box didn’t get cleaned for many days. I’m glad you were gracious enough to not pee on the carpet. It gets worse, though. So after I pumped, dressed, fixed my hair, fed and dressed the baby and even managed to brush my teeth, here’s my husband finally waking up at 6:20. No, darling, I don’t want to cuddle. Unlike you, I don’t have time to burn.[/li][/ol]
Lacunae, I’m hope your husband finds the best way to get back on his feet, so to speak.
Has someone told the daughter to change her password? 
I think she’s complicit.
Hey, New Guy – you like putting ice cubes into your drink? You like wiping your ass after you shit? Then:
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[li]don’t leave the now-empty ice tray on the counter. Refill that baby and put it back in the freezer[/li]
[li]replace. the. damn. roll. I only haven’t been left stranded because now I reflexively check before I sit down[/li][/ul]
Minor, very minor, in the grand scheme of things, but day-yum.
Men just don’t replace toilet paper rolls. As far as I can tell they’re constitutionally incapable of it.
My three year old knows how to replace the roll. My husband has never learned.
There’s a bump on the inside corner of your eye. You know the one. Well, the one in my left eye has gotten inflamed off and on for years, but now it’s staying that way and not getting better. It also itches really bad and gives me a headache. So, yesterday I went to the ophthalmologist to see about it.
She believes that my lacrimal caruncle has become a tumor. Not a cancerous one, but a tumor, and has referred me to an optic plastic surgeon to see about having it removed. She claims that the caruncle (cool word) is like an appendix - good to have while it’s fine, but OK to remove if it causes issues. I’m not sure I’m buying that, but I’m willing to see what the surgeon says.
Either way, I’m probably going to have to have eye surgery in the near future. I’d really rather not, but it’s too irritating to live with. Bummer.
I must have lucked out. My husband has managed to learn that trick.
Oh wow, apparently I am married to the only man on earth who puts a new roll of toilet paper on the dispenser. I knew I wanted to keep him. On the rant side though, who decided the paper rolls should become an inch or so narrower, so the whole roll slops around on the holder and you need to use more and run out a whole lot faster? It’s cute, folks, but it’s kinda sneaky. Less square footage and the price went up? Sounds like, like: MODERN LIFE!
ETA Ninja’d! So I am married to one of the only two…
I tripped on an ottoman (the furniture, not the empire) this morning and I think I broke my little toe. Hurts like hell 8 hours later. And Saturday I’m going to San Francisco for a week. Walking should be just lovely.
Tell Laura she has to stop inviting Jerry and Millie over before you get home from work.
No, there’s at least three, because my husband will also replace the roll. He picks up his socks and puts them in the hamper, too. I give credit for his good habits to 12 years in the Navy, but I’m really not sure. 
Should have added ranty stuff: The VA has finally decided for him to see a gastro-enterologist for his Crohn’s disease. We went for his preliminary appointment yesterday, and today they called to schedule a colonoscopy. No biggie, but they want him to stop taking his anti-inflammatory meds ONE WEEK before the procedure. That’s a big box of nope right there; he can’t function without it since he has the inflammatory arthritis that comes along with the Crohn’s.
A few days ago I ordered 4 women’s nightshirts on-line from K-Mart— all the same size and style, 2 each in 2 different colors. I was expecting to find one of those oversized plastic envelopes sitting outside my door when I came home today.
Instead, I was confronted by a knee high stack of not-small boxes. Each box was from the same K-Mart warehouse and had an individual UPS label and its own tracking number. My first thought was – “Oh man – there was a computer glitch somewhere and they filled my order 4 times”. So I hauled the boxes inside and opened the first one. It was basically stuffed with those air-filled box filler thingies but there was ONE nightshirt with its own packing list at the bottom of the box.
Ditto for the other 3 boxes.
Now I don’t know who is in charge of K-Mart’s “Logistics” ( Years ago it was “shipping and receiving” and before that it was known as “the mailroom” ) but there has to be something seriously wrong……….either they are hiring semi-trained circus animals in order to save a few bucks, or they have employees that are maliciously stupid. Even though I’m sure K-Mart gets nice deep discounts from UPS, they still pay something. And this was not the order of the century – remember this Is K-Mart and the shirts were even on sale, so we’re talking less than $30 worth of merchandise plus 5 bucks in shipping charges.
Well, I guess they made sure I got my money’s worth on the shipping.:rolleyes::rolleyes:
All that box opening and unpacking and separating the packing material and shredding the packing lists was sort of annoying and it’s a wasteful use of packing material. I wish I knew what the thought process was.
I get cheap/free stuff for the rescue room, because I know that the cats are going to rip it up in no time at all.
One day, I saw a free ottoman at the side of the road and stopped to get it. It wouldn’t fit in my car, so I went home and asked Bill to take me to get it. He refused because he was killing monsters and because it was only a block away.
So, I got in our truck and while trying to avoid hitting his work truck…I backed into one of our gate posts. That was one of the most expensive pieces of free furniture I’ve ever gotten.
I hope your toe heals before you have to walk those hills. Did you tape it to your other toes?
As a tree-hugger, that sort of thing just ticks me off.
Not really a rant, more of a WTF. Today, I saw a car get broadsided…by a pedestrian. The car was stopped to let some cross at a crosswalk and Mr. Texty McText chose that moment to walk across the street without looking (or crossing at the crosswalk 10 feet away where people are trained to stop) and slammed into the car hard enough to make a banging noise. Are smart phones making people more stupid, or has this sort of stuff happened before texting and I am only now noticing it?
I ran full-tilt into a parked car when I was a teenager. We were going to a band thing where we were playing in front of a supermarket. Someone else’s mom had five of us in her station wagon (all girls). We got to the market, she let us out, and as I was walking around the car to get my bassoon out of the back, she drove away. :eek: She forgot that we weren’t all flautists, I guess. So I was racing pell-mell through the parking lot yelling and trying to catch her, and I ran straight into a parked car. It hurt! I don’t think I damaged it, though, and someone else was able to flag her down before she drove away.
Heh. My best friend was driving in downtown Savannah one day (fortunately, in her husband’s beater of a truck) when a bicyclist came off the sidewalk and broadsided the truck. BFF just stood and enjoyed the free show as the cyclist threatened legal action and “I’m gonna get you arrested, bitch,” and so forth. She enjoyed it more when the officer arrived on scene, took statement from cyclist, BFF, and two witnesses, and ticketed the cyclist for failure to yield, riding on the sidewalk, no helmet, and disorderly conduct (for the conniption fit the cyclist had while the officer wrote her tickets.) He offered to write more, but she finally shut up. 
LMAO. Thanks, I needed that.
At some point in the nearly nine weeks I’ve spent in the hospital since March 19 of last year, I caught MRSA. I had a huge bile leak after a tumor removal and that allowed a MRSA abscess to set up shop in my liver. I was on IV antibiotics for a month and thought things were OK.The liver abscess is gone and I thought the infection was gone, too. Nah. I have a boil/pus filled swelling coming up on the outside of my thigh. I called my doc and was told they could tell just from the description it was the MRSA, back to it’s old tricks again. I called a couple of different offices (PCP, infectious disease specialist who’s been treating me for the infection) and the soonest anybody can see me is next Tuesday. It hurts like flaming bloody Hell. I was told to use ice packs and whatever I do, don’t pop it on purpose. If it gets bigger than a half dollar, or I spike a fever, go to the ER.
Stupid pain. Stupid MRSA. What doesn’t kill you…
One of my brothers has been known to walk into traffic signs; he was already doing it back when the closest thing to a cellphone was those huge bricks in luxury cars. Our other brother and I take it as yet another sign that 1.brother is just “not wholly in this world”.