My Siamese don’t like folded towels. They have beds on top of my dryer. When I go into the laundry room to get towels and fold them I have to put them away quickly or they get offended and unfold and knock them in the floor, and proceed to wallow in them. Cats! Give me strength.
Now, that is different. That is warm, clean “blankies” and must be wallowed on. Its in the rules, silly human!
Maybe this guy is her brother? ;D
I think this guy took up the sunflower seeds for the same reason, but he’s still smoking (and buying the cheapest thing possible, to judge by the stench that clings to him). I’d ask him to knock it off with the husks, but this is the same guy who nearly became violent when he found a whopping 18 bolts in a lot of several hundred that I had labeled as defective/scrap…I don’t think he would accept such criticism.
Maybe you could try making online purchases only from vendors who use USPS exclusively?
Yea, no it wouldn’t be prudent to upset a violent man who wants some nicotine.
I must be channeling Buttercup, because the first thought that went through my mind when I saw that was: “My, that looks DELICIOUS!”
Sorry that happened to you, but here’s (probably) why it did:
The parcel was sorted on an APPS (Automated Parcel Processing System) on an OUTGOING sortplan from the facility in Mississippi. The parcels on that run are distributed into large bins that are then rolled onto trucks and sent to the next processing facility. That facility will then sort its bins on an INCOMING sortplan, and send those bins to the local facility that will be delivering the individual parcels.
It can get a bit more granular than I’ve described (with rides on more than two APPS machines), before it reaches your local P.O., but that’s the gist of how it’s supposed to work. And most of the time, it does. Unfortunately, once in a while, the system encounters an output chute that fills up for a number of possible reasons. The parcels on the backed-up chute can then interfere with the sorter carousel, and knock any parcels destined for that output bin into the chute for the next bin.
So, due to mechanical blockage, your package, instead of sliding down into the bin going to Eastern Washington, slid down a chute to a container going to Anchorage. When it reached Anchorage, it was scanned into their system, and (hopefully) redirected to the Eastern Washington track.
Unless they sent it back to Mississippi, and told them to try again, and be more careful next time.
Thanks for being understanding about this.
I wonder if Wesley told her “As you wish.” 
Why did I have a package of cookie dough in the fridge that expired in 2016?
ETA: Late 2016 but still…
You obviously had a craving in late '16.
Good for you, you resisted.
How is that that as soon as the dishwasher’s running, more dishes magically appear in the sink?
I’ve been getting those with clockwork ever since my 50th birthday. I could’ve probably wallpapered a room with them by now if I’d saved them.
ANOTHER NOR’EASTER?!?!? REALLY?!? UP TO, AND POSSIBLY MORE THAN A FOOT OF HEAVY WET SNOW?!?
What about the people who are just emerging from the damage wrought by the last nor’easter?!?!? Some communities didn’t get their power back on until YESTERDAY and they’re probably going to lose it again.
I guess one good thing is that the tides aren’t supposed to be as dramatic as they were during the last two nor’easters so the people on the coast can breathe a little easier.
Am I the only person on the planet who can injure themselves while sleeping?? I have this spot under my left shoulder blade that gets tweaked some times, and it sends shooting pain up my neck and all the way down my arm. (No, it’s not really a heart attack.) I somehow manage to move it in juuuuuuust the wrong way in my sleep about every other month. Last month, it was so bad I couldn’t stand up. I work in veterinary medicine so I NEED both arms to be fully functional to work.
Yeah, I started getting AARP stuff recently.
I’m 36.
Sooner or later, we are going to run out of trees to fall over. Meanwhile, I have my bread, milk and eggs for emergency french toast/
All I can say is Thank God for gas stoves.
My body decided it hates me on Friday night. I’d been eating incredibly healthy all week long last week, so Friday night, after my husband and I had had a pretty shitty week, we decided to indulge in a glass of wine and a bowl of ice cream. I didn’t really think anything of it.
Then 45 minutes later, my nose was so clogged up I couldn’t breathe through it, I started sneezing uncontrollably and my chest began to tighten. I also had stomach issues so bad my poor husband slept in a different room. I waited, it didn’t get worse and eventually I was able to fall asleep. When I woke up in the morning, I was incredibly congested, still had stomach problems and my throat was slightly swollen. All of which cleared up throughout the day.
So I called my doc and she’s thinking I probably developed an allergy to alcohol, sugar, preservatives or dairy or some combination. All of which she’s recommended I avoid for at least a week or two before slowly introducing bits into my diet to see what happens. What the fuck? I swear to god, I hit my 40s and my fucking body has begun to fall apart unless I actually take care of it, and it sucks.
On the bright side, when I’m diligent about eating well, I feel amazing and more clear-headed than I have in months. And I’ve eaten a shit-load more vegetables than I have in previous years because otherwise my body will apparently attack me. On the not-so-bright side, I really, really, really miss queso.
There you have it. Global warming is a hoax! 
Seriously though, hope you make it through with no damage.
My daughter has received 3 mailings so far. She’s 15.