Nah, the wine wore off, so now I"m feeling very depressed.
My life is so screwed up.
It is bad luck for you to change a cat’s name, and confusing for the cat.
No, you’re not. Not by a long shot. Seems any one person either loves them or hates them, not much middle ground. A kid of mine moved from the Midwest to Pittsburgh and didn’t realize he liked thunderstorms until he caught himself missing them. He lives in Ann Arbor now and seems the Great Lakes draw more interesting storms than PA, so he’s happy.
Boy, howdy! can I relate. I don’t have a “whoa, Boo” button and it gets me in no end of trouble. Like when I post first and think second in some other thread and I get bounced on and I realize I should have stepped back and thought longer before sending it. Then I get to repent in leisure, a squirmy leisure.
Not gross at all. I always say: there’s a reason they don’t call it a dish rinser. Scraping, yes. Prewashing no-that’s the worst of two worlds. I have been told the same thing by appliance repair people and have read that on line and in manuals.
Low ambition for the rest of the evening. Drink enough water to avoid a morning dehydration headache but not so much I have to get up in the middle of the night to pee, read the NYT 
news-stopping before I get too depressed, read here at least one more time. Eat my sweet corn and watermelon for supper. Read my mystery novel, probably longer into the night than I should, but why stop now? I’ve been reading past my bedtime for 62 years 
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Boo
I always have to get up in the middle of the night to pee. Today my landlord sent me a text about it saying that my walking around on the floor in the middle of the night wakes him up every night.
My friends are suggesting I take him to the housing board.
KITTAH!!! 
nellie, I run my dishwasher about once a week, whenever it gets full (and as I live alone, it takes a little while). Never had a problem getting stuff clean.
MG, considering the half-bottle of wine, you ma be up a couple of times tonight. Do you have a pair of slippers, something soft to cushion the floor? I’ve lived in places where you can hear the bottom/top neighbors, but I can’t remember ever being woken up by a 2am restroom break.
OW, luck in getting the new cat. Just don’t name her “The Beast…”
flyboy, take a look but be careful…
Sari, Echo needs some remedial behavior therapy, IMHO.
Emily, your mentioning Gatorade brought up a morning memory. While at Kroger today I was waiting to check out. The guy in front of me had a full cart of Gatorade bottles…all individual 20oz or 32oz bottles, no 6-packs or anything, just bottle after bottle after bottle… I asked the checkout guy if he was a football coach or something, he told me the guy owned a restaurant (never heard of a restaurant serving Gatorade) and did the same thing everytime it was on special. Never buy it by the case, just a couple hundred single bottles…odd.
To all, best wishes and hugs and I’ll catch all y’all tomorrow.
Go for it-she’s beautiful and I have long believed cats are happier with at least one other cat. Everybody gets their own food bowl and the rest they work out amongst themselves.
My reaction exactly!!!
The slipper idea sounds like a good start and then don’t respond to him in kind. Wait him out. What is he going to do-complain about you walking to the bathroom? That’s a perfectly normal thing to do in your home. He would look silly if he did and they would no doubt remind him of this. Wear slippers and pretend like he didn’t say anything. Pay your rent on time and then don’t read his crotchety texts.
Boo
Howdy. Since I couldn’t fall back to sleep until 3 am ish I slept in after sending in my time card and letting the business manager know I would be late signing off on my peeps. I irked a half day. It’s really breezy here and we just had a passing shower that lasted a minute. Outer bands of that storm Isaias or however it’s spelled.
I stopped on the way home and got steak which has been consumed. I shall be ready for some sleep here soon.
I was talking with a colleague today and she said she heard that we ( our department ) may not reopen until January which is insane. I’ve already been closed over 4 months. I just can’t even imagine being out another 5 months. Heck I could get a second job which I won’t but I do kind of feel bad for still being paid. I managed to work about 24 hours out of 80 this period. Most of that was online training here at home. I still have more of that to do but I refused to bring my computer home today. I need weekend. I will bring it home Moanday and I have about decided I won’t go to Miami next week. There is a patient portal where I can find out mostly what was discussed. Still on the fence about that one.
If I do decide to go I will just go in person and let the new guy know and do the two weeks. We are not open anyway.
Bumba I wanted to tell you I laughed out loud about the church lady and your relations thinking you are a demon. That was funny.
I hope everyone has a great weekend.
Emily your landlord is an ass. Jeez how the hell you gonna rent someone an upstairs apt and expect them to not make a peep?
All those bottles of Gatorade…
Once I saw someone buying a whole cart full of Red Bull. Maybe he never wanted to sleep again. 
I feel a bit better. A bit more clear-headed now.
You know me too well, Mr. Rat – I love The Beast! I actually considered that but she seems like too much of a delicate little lady for that name. I could name her “Phall Phunfest” to go with “Phoenix” but most people (except my friends) wouldn’t understand that. And “High Speed Thrill Coaster” is just plain silly. If she was a boy, I’d name her Jack for the late and infamous Bumper Car Jack. I could still call her that, just to confuse everyone. We shall see tomorrow if the coaster name I have in mind fits her. Hint: it’s also at Knoebels. My friend has a cat named Phantom after Phantom’s Revenge, formerly Steel Phantom. I haven’t ruled out the idea of also having a Phantom.
Cats don’t answer to anything except the can opener so it doesn’t matter. I call Phoenix other names like “Girlfriend!” (as in “Really, Girlfriend, what the hell are you doing??”) and “You Little A**hole” and “Squeakeroni.” Because I can. 
butters, I’ve never met a chihuahua or a chi mix who didn’t like to burrow under the covers. <3
nellie, my school had a mix mostly of Polish, Irish and Czech. I fell into the first two categories.
Yay on the house purchase Mooooooom !
metal mouse, you read my mind for a name for OW’s new puddy tat. I was thinking The Beast too.
Did the boys in anyone else’s school always seem to have a crush on a young nun or novice? At Sacred Heart, we had Sister Charles and a novice named Sister Hedwig that every fourth through eighth grade boy crushed on at some point. I saw Sister Hedwig at the old nun’s home when I was up north a few years ago.
I got EoM wrapped up by noon today, ducked out and had an adult lunch of two scoops (peanut butter blast and butter pecan for those keeping track) at Janarty’s. I also picked up a couple of lemon bars for tea with SIL tomorrow. They look yummy! Grocery shopping, a trip to the dog park and a BBQ salad from the drive thru have completed the day.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Today was the last day of cardiac rehab – got a pretty certificate and a been-there-done-that t-shirt. Now if the senior centre would reopen so I could continue my exeercise programme. Spent most of the day reading.
Supposed to be NOS and 85 tomorrow, followed by two days of thorms, a day of heavy rain, a night of possible tropic storm conditions, and another day of thorms before finally getting some more sun on Thursday. Bleah.
flyboy: What’s a “tweaker”?
Emily, tell your landlord to buck up. My upstairs neighbors sound like they’re clomping around in construction boots from 12-3 a.m. If he’s such a light sleeper, maybe he should get ear plugs.
As the Beastie Boys said, You’ve got to fight for your right to potty. (Or something like that.)
A methamphetamine user.
I don’t like them either. The lightning can be kind of cool, but I dislike sudden loud noises, so thunder is not good.
For some “fuzzy logic” reason, the Princess decided she MUST have snuggles at 2am, when my alarm was due to go off at 4:50. When something wakes me, it can take a little while to get back to sleep. Then when my alarm went off and I hit the snooze button, here she came for the customary snooze-button-snuggles.
Irk was irksome. The callers weren’t completely horrible (worst were the ones who flatly would not speak INTO the damn phone, then got huffy about being asked to repeat unintelligible mumbles more clearly so I could hear them. Co-irkers weren’t too obnoxious, either, except for my new breakroom buddy who seems unable to grasp the concept that a book in front of my face might possibly NOT mean I want her yattering at me nonstop for my whole break/lunch. I have yet to figure out a non-mean way to address this.
Lunch was also disappointing, since I do not care for rare hamburgers, did not intend to order one, and got one, with no time to ask the cooks how they achieved outer browning and inner red on a 1/4" thick patty.
Then of course there was the discovery made at a horrible hour by DH that our microwave had crapped out. DH considers a working microwave absolutely impossible to do without for more than a few hours, so off to Walmart we went after irk (he’d tracked down a location that had what he considered a suitable one in stock). Annoying surprise expense, but manageable.
Still haven’t gotten my BR World Class Chocolate, even after having to wrangle microwave installation (had to do most of the lifting, since DH’s leg was being a problem). (sulk)
Didn’t seem to bother Allie’s predecessor any. The shelter had been calling him Soldier for two months, and when he came home, he quickly conveyed this was not HIS name. After a few days of getting acquainted, I started trying out new names and when I tried Felix, he reacted very strongly, so Felix he was for the next 16 1/2 years.
How are you all doing tonight? I’m miserable right now because I’m an idiot. So…last summer (?) I started a thread asking people to evaluate some photos I took of plants for their odds of being poison ivy. People thought several of them probably were. But I never got it…
…until today. Well, actually, I guess I got it Wednesday night when I did yard-work, but the rash didn’t appear until this afternoon. I really shouldn’t have used my grass whip to get rid of the assorted plants, apparently including some poison ivy, around the mailbox while wearing sandals.
I am an idiot.
An itchy, itchy idiot.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to VETing. The hockey! 
“Gurthag The Destroyer”