Tell her we’re all entitled to our own opinions, but not our own facts.
I’d drive right over those, I suspect. Oops. 
If the signs are in the middle of the street, aren’t they obstructing traffic? I could see someone swerving to avoid the sign and hitting one of those “pwecious widdle snofwakes”.
Middle of the street?
I’d remove them and throw them in a dumpster. Obviously signs should not be placed on the street proper where they can be a hazard to traffic, and obviously the street is not a place where children should be playing. I would consider that a public service.
We also have neighbors who put the “Children at Play” sign out in the middle of the street. You have to slow way down to miss it, and they drag their butts slowly out of their lawn chairs and get the snowflakes off the street.
Chimera, did you get the tooth looked at?
No, I emailed the clinic yesterday and they have not responded. I’m about to look up the number and give them a call.
Appointment in 40 minutes, better get moving.
Good luck.
Best wishes, Chimera.
Bacon flavored bits are an abomination. One of these days I’ll remember to bring real bacon when I’m going to have a salad for lunch.
Best Dentist Ever.
Seriously, I hate going to the dentist. I hate needles, I hate them even more in my mouth, which is extremely sensitive to pain. The last dentist I went to several years ago was one of those ‘guaranteed no pain’ places and the bitch tore up my mouth and then was obnoxious about it when I complained.
Not this guy. Only a very small amount of pain on one of the shots, and then nothing more, not even during the extraction when he had to break the tooth into three parts and then fight the damn thing like a well entrenched fencepost to get it out.
I shook his hand and thanked him on the way out.
Choice between ‘root canal and crown’ (@$2500, or about $1k out of pocket which I don’t have) and the extraction. I expected to have out of pocket on that too, because my insurance only covers 60% on the major stuff. Then was pleasantly surprised when they only asked me for the $10 co-pay and said the rest was covered.
Ugly unpleasant hole in my mouth (I lost the tooth next to it a few years back), but for now, I’m good. Hurts less now with the novocaine wearing off than it did before I went in.
Oh, and a signed note in case I’m in pain tomorrow and don’t want to go to work.
The delightful little old lady across the street just called to report that the not-so-delightful but essentially harmless little old lady two doors down died this morning. I’m sorry to hear it, but I’ll be much sorrier if I hear that her skanky, trashy daughter decides to move in instead of selling the house to decent people. I had enough of her when we were growing up.
Prefacing a post with “Uh…” or “Um…” automatically makes you a douchenozzle. Fuck off.
Some of us thrive on blurbs like that. And books like that.
Dear Moron who came to my door, selling something: You know why you lost that sale, aside from the fact that you were so obviously a scam artist?
You.Were. Popping. Your. Damned. Gum. With your jaws scissoring back and forth and up and down and those sloshing, slapping noises, like a particularly uncouth cow, chewing her cud. I suspect this is your only hobby, possibly because it’s the only activity your double digit IQ can handle.
You could sit me down with Muqtada al=Sadr, the leader of the Mahdi Army, and we would agree on one thing: popping gum is despicable. Talk about torture. Gum poppers are vile and need to be punished. See? People of vastly different cultures can agree on some things.
Also, I hate hypochondriacs. I once broke my leg in three places and hobbled around on it for an hour before my first sgt. ordered me to the ER. I had turned one bone in my ankle into an archipelago and had one intact long bone in my shin, so when I say I do not complain about pain easily or lightly, that ought to serve as proof. (I wearing jump boots, which are wonderful and which helped support my leg till I got to the ER.)
And I know she’s a hypochondriac because you know when you do something you shouldn’t and there’s that involuntary pain sound that comes out of your throat, because you involuntarily winced and your diaphragm involuntarily jerked or whatever it is diaphragms do when you basically get stabbed? Yeah. Instead, she makes these odd little whines that sound like the noises a bad actor makes in shitty porn, or just in shitty movies anywhere, where they don’t commit to the performance or something. It’s especially telling when it’s laughter, because it’s really hard to fake laughter, for example. Well, she’s no Helen Mirren. Cow. Stop whining. I’m paying you to help me out and it’s pretty good money and you’re slow, lazy, whiny, lack motivation and initiative and quite possibly both naturally stupid and also gifted in the brain damage category. Did your fontanel ever close up? Oh, shit, sorry, more than one syllable. Never mind. But she’s faking it and doing this in front of me and she knows about my injuries. It’s like she’s rubbing it in. Why would you want to be sick when you’re well? I’d trade.
And finally I’m getting mroe and more creeped out by people who are pissing on Lara Logan’s ordeal and acting like rapes don’t happen in the United States or are the sole province of Muslims. Look, if you’re an Islamophobe, just come out with it, okay?
Oh, and finally: Doctor in the ER. You have Christ only knows how many years of education. Please demonstrate by asking more intelligent questions. When I show up with a grotesquely swollen and discolored ankle, I suppose it’s possible that it doesn’t hurt. Your manner took it further than that. And can I say I just hate the fake cheerful crap? If it hurts, and you’re acting like you’re addressing a small child instead of an adult woman who’s gritting her teeth in pain, don’t be surprised if that woman is somewhat dry in her responses.
Same hospital where I went when I broke my leg that time, too, where I was informed it was stupid of me to not let them cut my very absolute favorite jeans off with a scissors because they had to set the fractures. (I hobbled into the bathroom with my leg as-yet unset, removed my jeans and donned scrubs, thereby saving my jeans.)
And guys with loud stereos? You’re on notice, too. At least realize that an awful lot of women are regarding your pimped out speakers with some pity because you’re obviously compensating for something. If my house shakes and we’re not having an earthquake or a train derailment nearby, your stereo is too frickin’ loud.
That big smoochy kiss was probably a bit over the top, though.
Seriously, I’m glad that everything went smoothly.
AMEN! Preach it!
I may try this sometime…we don’t have any dumpsters nearby though, and it would take up too much space in the trash can. By the way, I’ve searched online for a picture of the sign…it’s a neon yellow plastic cutout roughly in the shape of a human profile, and about the height of a small child.
I had to stop to allow a family walking in the street to pass by…I don’t know why they weren’t on the sidewalk. Our sidewalks are very nice; our streets are extremely shitty due to construction traffic, and are in desparate need of paving.
I was so, so tempted…speaking of blocking the road, I would love to see a fire truck run over that sign (we have a surprising amount of fire truck traffic).
ARGH.
I pit my vacuum - the thing is an engineering nightmare. Since we don’t have any carpets, just a few area rugs, I mostly use the hose and attachments. Obviously, whoever came up with this design never used a vacuum…
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The pieces don’t lock together, so more than a bit of a pull results in it coming apart. Because of this…
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the rest of it can’t follow me around as I work, so I have to keep going back to it to bring it forward.
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For some bizarre reason, there is a slider so you can have less suction - dunno why since I have always wanted as much as I can get. This would be find except they put it right at the natural place to hold the hose, so I frequently find myself with little or no suction because I’ve accidentally opened the slider.
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The damn thing won’t die! It’s about 15 years old and it’s still running as well as when my husband bought it (without my input or knowledge). If the sucker would just DIE I could replace it, but I’m too cheap to replace something that is still working, even if it is driving me crazy.
Dodger doesn’t think much of it either… 
Can you take it to a vacuum repair shop? I need my vacuum for work, so I can attest that they should do repairs for a reasonable price and not much of a wait. They solved the “pieces won’t hold together” problem, and they can probably permanently close your slider as well. Also, the last time I brought it in, they cleaned and oiled the motor. After 15 years, you can probably use that.
Or you could get a new one. If it’s driving you mad, is it really working?
So glad to hear that. From what you post here, it sounds like you have enough crap to deal with - one less pain (literally) is good news.
Is it one of these things?
I’ve seen those in a friend’s neighborhood. There’s this little part of me (the evil part) that wants to floor the accelerator and mow it down. Teach your kids not to play in the street, dammit! Or at the very least to watch for cars and get the hell out of the way.