You know, dear, this is getting past the point of being ridiculous and over into what-did-I-do-to-offend-the-gods territory. I sure hope you are about done with troubles pretty soon!
Olives, I recomend very loud sex at odd hours of darkness, even if you are alone. Multiple times per night.
That would beat the brain donors upstairs who fill their tub and jump in, and wonder why I am beating on their door twenty minutes later as the overflow rains down in MY bathroom…again…
Mr. Language Complaint wonders why it is that the current fashion is not to say that someone died, but that they “passed”.
On the other hand, some euphemisms are even worse. “We had to put Uncle Stanley in the trash”. :eek:
Moms smoking in closed cars with their babies in car seat, having no chose but to breathe that toxic shit.
Two days with a stomach virus, where I mastered the art of pure misery and became highly aware of the toilet paper situation in every bathroom, is my BBQ rant for the month. May I be condemned to the seven levels of hell before every experiencing that torture again.
Says some bad words, then offers up more hugs.
Cracks up. Bob the cat is strongly suspected of stepping the step thing to make the metal trash can lid go up, then strutting off smugly after Lucky the cat jumps in. Lucky objects strongly to water-baths, btw.
As to the question, its a gentler word. Vets do it too. They never say they are killing your pet, just putting Fluffy to sleep.
In the words of The then-3-year-old Nephew “why did they tell Marisa her gramps had gone to sleep? He hasn’t gone to sleep, he’s DEAD, like Grandpa Joe! She was so scared, she thought she’d go to sleep and not wake up! We had to explain! Why did her grownups lie to her?”
where “we” was Marisa’s 3/4yo classmates, all of whom were furious at the grown-ups’ custom of Not Talking Straight Damnit.
Goddammit, weather, I thought it was supposed to get warmer for a while. I still haven’t been able to dig out of my driveway thanks to the inch-thick sheet of ice on top of the six inches of snow already there. I had thought it was supposed to get warm enough today to melt some of this shit, but apparently not.
The issue isn’t needing to get to the grocery or anything - it’s in walking distance, even in six inches of snow, but dammit it would be really nice to leave the damn house with the kids, who are bored about out of their minds despite all the winter fun. And it looks like we might be getting another six inches to a foot of snow on Monday, so even if we manage to dig ourselves out, it might not make a damn bit of difference.
And I know I already bitched about this in the workplace griping thread, but when I do manage to get out of the house, I’ll get to be face to face with the guy who made me leave my previous company in the first place. He was fired from there and apparently desperate for a job. I managed to prevent him joining my department, but apparently some other department was stupid enough to hire him and he’s still going to be on my fucking floor. Ugh. At least the organization runs lean, so if you can’t perform, you get fired quickly. I hope the asshole crashes and burns.
And I hope you share every detail of that with us.
“I love my kids more than anything else in the world, and I’d do anything for them except quit smoking.” - Attributed to parents everywhere.
Speaking of moms looking after their kids, I heard a story yesterday about an Ontario mom who was caught going 212 kph (131 mph) in a construction zone, with her kids in the white Mercedes with her not properly strapped in. Story here.
This morning I discovered that interpoler is a French verb meaning, among other things, “to initiate an Interpol search”.
In the context of a man who got to his house to find his three kids murdered and his wife missing 
Okay, I know it hasn’t yet been four weeks, and the doc said 3-4 weeks before all the stupid, stupid allergens get out of my system. I’d just like this to be sooner, rather than later.
EVERY. DAMN. NIGHT. My calves swell up with red welts and itch so bad I can’t sleep for several hours. OTC meds do -nothing- for this (outside of making me drowsy enough that I -can- sleep). It’s painful and distressing and it’s driving me insane. Just friggin’ STOP already!
Fuck my brother and his fucking high horse. Fuck him deciding to move back down here with everyone else. Fuck him causing drama almost instantly and acting like it’s not his fault. I don’t need this fucking stress and neither do my parents.
How old are the kids?
How about equipping them all with crowbars, tire irons and suchlike and have a whacking party on the ice over the snow?
We have a come-to-Jesus bar we use to chip ice, it is a 6 foot steel digging bar. It goes along with an old pneumatic drill bit he found up in the mountains near Fresno when he was younger. They used them to drill the holes to sink dynamite in and is normally about 6 feet long but was used and resharpened until it was just over 4 and a half feet long. He used it to break hardpan to dig post holes.
Found out last night that NiceSweetCoWorker up and QUIT with no job offers lined up at all. That’s how bad it’s gotten. We were a team of four - a manager, and us three minions - and then our beloved manager got laid off, beheading our team, I’ve been on leave, and NiceSweetCoWorker quit. * counts on fingers * Jeebus. The remaining ONE MEMBER OF OUR FUCKING ENTIRE TEAM must be ready to come in with an AK-47 by now.
Also, I wept when I read her email to me. I hadn’t realized it, but working with NSCW was one of the verrrrry few things to which I was sort of looking forward. And now poooof gone.
My Shoe gave me a big hug earlier, but it won’t bring back our manager, or NSCW, or anything. I just have to sack it up and adjust to the new normal. Again. And frankly, a part of me is SUPERpissed at NSCW for not just sacking it up as well (ovum-ing up?) and growing a fucking spine already. That’s why she’s nice, and sweet, and patient with problematic old-people clients on the phone: No. Fucking. Backbone.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA !!!
That sounds like a hell of a lot of fun. I finally managed to dig us out, with the help of my six year old son, his feet and his baseball bat. I think a crowbar would be a lot more satisfying, though.
Now that’s one great use of a 6yo’s energy 
{{{{{{{{{herradura}}}}}}}}}} I don’t know if I told you this, btw, but once when we were about to start lunch at Mom’s with the whole gang, there was a bit on the news about WNV and they mentioned a specific patient which by location and age was The Other Shoe. You’ve got hugs from SiL-the-doctor, both Nephews, both Bros and Navamom as well as from me.
Found out this morning that my favorite brick-and-mortar bead store will be closing next month. They will be keeping the website…but that’s not the same as getting to go to a store and touch the beads.
I totally understand your angst. I used to go to a small store for my needlepoint needs, they had the most wonderful fibers, fabrics to die for, gold tipped needles for crying out loud and I could touch everything.
One day, JoAnns opened in the same mall. I didn’t think that would harm my little nitch place, but about a year later, they went online and closed the brick and mortar store. Its been 5 years and I still miss them.
My rant: I flipping hates flying. I hate the security checks, I hate the seats, I hate the food, but mostly I hates it when one of the flight attendants tells me that I have to shut of my low tech sony e-reader that doesn’t have any way to connect to the internet without a cable because Kindles can.
Yeah, I did have a spare dead tree book in my bag, but I was reading a really good book already.
And I’m not a big fan of the wind either. Rain and dark skies are appropriate for funerals. Slogging through mud and snow to bury someone is appropriate as well. Having the wind blowing so hard that everyone wants to keep their mouths shut because of the dirt flying around is NOT right. Makes an evil face and sticks fist in the air while shouting CURSE YOU MOTHER NATURE.
That probably wasn’t a good idea, because my flight home is delayed because of the wind.
Damn, I really hate flying.
This store wasn’t in the best location…though they were in a tourist-heavy outlet store town, they were on the outskirts, so you had to get in your car to get there. I sort of thought something was wrong the last time I was there…they were really wiped out of a lot of items. I chalked it up to a busy summer season, especially since they sent out a big “hey, we restocked!” email a week or so later.
They’re also selling off their fixtures. There’s a small printer’s cabinet that I wouldn’t mind having…unfortunately, this store is over 800 miles away, and I have no vacation time right now.