I’m sorry, but I just can’t be friends with anyone who drinks Bud, especially Bud Light.
Well, if you give ME dark bitter beer maybe we can still be friends. Ask Bill if he’s ever tried Rahr Ugly Pug.
Sign I’m not as young as I think I am: I did something to my mid-lower back yesterday while shoveling. Granted, I spent a lot of time shoveling because of Big Ass Blizzard – had to tunnel out the front door to the street, make potty patches for the dog, dig out the driveway, dig out one car (the other is still buried)…you get the idea.
I’ve always had physical stamina. I work a physical job, which greatlly helps, and other than a couple of semi-serious injuries in the long past, I’ve never had anything happen/go wrong until now.
I can barely sit. Hell, I can barely stand upright, I’m in agony if I lie down. There’s still a buried car in the driveway and I have to go back to work tomorrow, and I don’t know WTF I’m going to do.
Is it too much to ask for the installer to drop a deuce before arriving??? There are gas stations at both ends of the one road leading to my house. Jeez, dude. :mad:
Drive the car that you already dug out.
Uh toddler I was in the kitchen making you a nice plate of scrambled eggs. In the meantime don’t push down the baby gate, run into the kitchen behind my back, open the cat food bin and start munching. You are far too young to be a crazy cat lady.
Out of the blue Twitter decided my browser is out of date, so now I can only see it as Twitter mobile!
To:
Too many of the people on the highway today.
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If you pass someone, it’s to go faster than they go. If you want your car’s behind washed, go to a car wash, do not try to use the water from my wipers. If you want your arsehole licked, hire a whore.
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I’m reasonably sure that if the speed limit is 130 and you’re passing someone who’s doing 125, it’s legal for you to do so and even to do so at speeds slightly higher than the limit. Both you in the grey XR5 and you in the white Panda: you are not supposed to suddenly brake down to 87 only because the car joining in is the cops, you brainless, gutless spawn of a Romero zombie and an amoeba! (The Beemer and I were passing the Panda. My speedometer read 132, the Beemer was one of those dudes who come zooming from somewhere beyond your mirror’s visibility so I’d let him go first before moving over to pass)
Sitting in the waiting room of a LensCrafters - dear lady who is bitching out the staff for no longer having the glasses that you returned a week ago… of course they don’t have them because you returned them, therefore they returned them. They are no longer “your glasses”! Quit giving this poor guy (who is being a total saint) grief and suck it up; they need to make you a new pair.
Just back from seeing Hansel and Gretel… two thumbs up for totally mindless, campy, blood-splattery fun… and shirtless Jeremy Renner, aka my movie boyfriend.
Two thumbs down for the two families who brought their children- family one with a toddler and a baby-in-a-carseat, and family two with a 4 and 6 year old. This was not even remotely a kids’ movie- it was rated R, for crying out loud!! Idiots. Family one waited until about 20 minutes into the movie to decide that close to the front of the screen wasn’t a good place to sit, and moved to the back of the theater. Unfortunately it was 20 minutes of the toddler stepping back and forth on the lights on the floor, dancing back and forth in the aisle, and generally being a toddler. Protip: we CAN STILL HEAR HIM from the back of the theater… take him out into the lobby!! Family two physically contained their children once the movie started (they were letting them play in different rows during the previews and ads leading up to the movie), but we were still treated to “Inane comment at child-decibel” “SHHHHHHHH” every fifteen minutes or so.
The baby and toddler probably won’t have a tough time, but I wouldn’t want to be the parents of the 4 and 6 year old when they try to put the kids to bed tonight.
So, you are going to drink my share of beer that I can’t see through? We are now BFF!!! My Bill would so love you. You are a cat slave, you think for yourself and you like dark beer.
Its really strange what scares kids. I remember watching Nightmare on Elm Street slasher movies on the TV. They didn’t scare me at all. One night I watched the War of the Worlds and the sceen where the martian reached out to touch the lady hero scared me into nightmares for weeks.
I Pit February because I can’t recall ever a cold February day in Thailand, despite that the coldest days are often in January. February’s heat by itself might be tolerable, but it serves as a constant reminder that March will be even worse. (By April, one is sorely tempted to check in full-time to one of Bangkok’s air-conditioned massage parlors.)
Now has unhappy memories of the time that my AC died when I was stationed in Okinawa. In July. When my Marine friends start talking about sleeping in mud and snow, I always bring that horrible week up to impress them about how Air Force people suffer too.
I don’t remember the worst hot humid day in Okinawa that would compare to a typical summer day in Houston.
UFOs, you’re eeeeevil… and now I’m picturing you as looking like the hag in Disney’s Snow White.
I needed that laugh this morning, thank you.
Depression, bitch bitch bitch, Depression. I wish I were a different person.
I feel ya. I’m going through a rough patch myself.
It’s official. My mom has the beginning stages of cirrhosis. Apparently while I was out of town on a business trip she began vomiting blood. She got herself to the hospital and had surgery to band the lesions on her esophagus.
Now she’s out, thank goodness, and on god knows how many kinds of meds. At least it’ll make the fucking drinking stop. I hope.
Am I a cruel person that I’m more pissed than anything else? Yes, I’m terrified and if I think about it too hard, I’ll cry, but goddammit, she knew. She fucking knew. Her mother died of liver disease related to alcoholism. She told me she was worried about her own health because of her drinking. But she kept sucking on the fucking bottle anyway and I couldn’t do anything to help her stop, and she wouldn’t help herself.
I know this doesn’t mean she’s as good as dead. I talked to her today and she sounded really good. But, shit. Why the fuck does stuff like this happen?
The fact that your dominant reactive emotion is anger does NOT indicate that you are a cruel person.
Look at it as though you had spent months telling your kid not to toss his cell phone gently against the wall. You’d be pissed when the cell phone broke, right?
February. All I want to do is lie in bed all day. I can make myself do things during the day while my husband is at work, because somebody has to do the housework and take care of the baby. As soon as he’s home, though, all I really want is to be left alone. Then, late at night when they’ve both gone to bed, I’m up and feel lonely and bad. The monsters come out.
And it isn’t even short daylight time, it’s FUCKING DAYLIGHT SAVINGS FUCK YOU YOU POINTLESS FUCKTARDS, why is having it get dark at 4:30 instead of 5:30 BETTER?
I never had this problem when I lived in Indiana, when the time didn’t shift. It’s 100% manufactured.