Why in the fuck is my credit union closed on Good Friday? It’s a state employee’s credit union and, last I checked, Good Friday is a religious holiday. Separation of church and state anyone? My rent doesn’t get Good Friday off, why does the bank?
On Saturdays, I was innocently messing around in the garden and managed to cut my right knuckle with a hacksaw. There is other minor damage to 2 other fingers but I cut a 1/3 inch flap of skin up. Right on the second knuckle down on my index finger. Just the perfect place to bump every time I try to use my right hand. I just managed to hit it while opening a drawer. AND, despite me keeping it clean and covered, I think its starting to get infected.
I HATE it when I do this sort of dumb stuff. I even saw it coming in time to think “this is going to hurt”, but not soon enough to actually move my hand all of the way out of the way. :mad:
Well, in addition to the sliver of tooth that’s digging into the side of my tongue, I now have an abscessed tooth on the other side. And no dentist can see me, even as an emergency, for almost a week.
That would depend on the eggs, as well. My mother always manages to either leave them not wholly boiled or boil them to the point where half the yolk is grey and they stink. Every time she encounters my boiled eggs she asks “how do you do it”, every time I explain I time the boiling time (not wing it, not the total time, and I don’t pick that moment to call her on the phone), every time she claims that’s way too difficult. And she never understands why none of her descendants will eat her so-called hard-boiled eggs.
I cannot stand the smell of hard boiled eggs. I don’t even LIKE hard boiled eggs, period.
I’m also not a fan of being forced to share a table with somebody I don’t know. I probably would’ve said something to the woman.
We haven’t had to deal with a baby #3 in this department yet, but the last time there was a bit of leftover money after the purchase of a gift, someone suggested buying condoms.
Beckdawreck, I suspect the cop thought you were someone wanted, or that your car was stolen, and he called it in, and it took a long time to check (maybe the computers were down).
You should gift her a Norpro Egg Perfect Egg Timer.
No guarantee that she’ll use it of course, but it’s probably the best you can do.
Yea, I came around to that way of thinking. He could have apologized for the wait. Maybe he was having a bad day, though.
Heh. I remember the day Michaela got up the nerve to tell us that she doesn’t like eggs. It was on an Easter Sunday, when we asked her why she wasn’t digging into her Easter eggs.
Well, it was very inconsiderate of you, going around looking so much like their person of interest. And driving a similar vehicle, too!
Yep, I am bad that way. Been trying to clean up my act.
The only egg dishes I’ll eat are scrambled and omelets. Give me plate with a sunny-side up and I’ll give it right back to you…after helping myself to the bacon/sausage, of course
Needless to say we’re not going to discuss soft boiled eggs
To say nothing of poached. (shudder)
I hate Easter eggs. I can never bring myself to use them after easter festivities. That faint blue stain on the egg white and the fact that the kids had handled them. Ew!
My dear, this is why you get PLASTIC Easter eggs and fill them with candy. Like chocolate eggs.
Several cats have owned me over several years. Yes they tell the time, daylight savings causes some problems as they are certain I should be at work already. [ …yay 1st of April has so much extra potential. shift work mutter]
One cat used to entrap the dog ( a Rottweiler )
Only one cat would find things for me. Keys, books , phone,
I just know I’m gonna regret the first of April. The transition will be rough.
Oh, no we must dye eggs. It’s so much fun and mess. I did it with my kids. But funny my DIL is bringing her 2 girls to me tomarrow with eggs and dye, “I know you love to do this with the girls, Nana”, “I want you to enjoy your Easter, and all”. Oh thanks! Not only do I have prepare the biggest portion of the food and get ready for guests now I have to babysit your children and dye eggs. So enjoyable. Love my life!
( I do love my grandkids)
The egg dying fun and festivities has happened, no tears. It was a rip-roaring success. Thank god. Son-wrekker came and got the girls. Now I am cleaning with bleach. My left hand is mostly pinkish-red. And my shorts are stained green in spots. Glad it’s over.
true, perhaps she likes having crappy hardboiled eggs? I have one of those egg cooking appliances that you put the eggs in, add water and turn on. It doed hard boiled, soft boiled and poached.