Oh, bobkitty, that sucks. I know what those dreams are like. They stay with you for a long time.
A woman I dated some years ago with brown eyes dumped a guy at a movie because he told her how pretty her green eyes were. She went to the lobby and called her Father to come get her. Didn’t tell the guy. Can you imagine that poor bastard trying to figure out how to tell her parents that he lost her at the theater?
I’m red-green colorblind: green eyes literally are brown to me. I can rarely tell brown from green eyes. It’s not too uncommon in men.
That guy dodged a bullet.
Seriously. What a stupid reason to dump someone. And a terrible way to do it.
I was passing through Brussels in the late 70s, and decided to get French fries (invented in Belgium) from a stand by the railway station. It had a couple of dozen different flavours of mayonnaise to put on them, as well as white and malt vinegar. No ketchup, though. I was happy with vinegar, but my friend was quite bummed not to be able to douse his in ketchup.
I think she was sixteen, is that somewhat of an excuse?
Was this person a Delsym evangelist? People who can use the stuff seem to think it’s a miracle drug and won’t shut up about it, no matter how many times you try explaining to them that the effects you experienced don’t even begin to make the stuff worth your time.
Yeah, I think I’m going to be revisiting a few feelings over the next several days. I know that you of all people understand that annoying process. Thanks for the sympathy!
LOL, my fiance and I have an ongoing debate about what color my eyes are (in his defense, the color is quite fluid). It’s a very good thing I’m not as sensitive to the error as your ex!
Mrs. Plant’s (v.3.0) are brown, and become green when she is very happy or angry.
I have color changing eyes, it freaks people out. I can’t control it at all. My mid.wrekker daughter has the same eyes, hers go all the way black at times. It is strange to watch.
My eyes are dark green right now except for the inside quarter of my right eye, which is lighter green, but it blends so you wouldn’t notice it unless you were very close.
Over the years, they’ve changed between dark green and a more medium green with reddish bits, then back again.
I am a total bibliophile. There are certain things that I like to read and other things I can read and appreciate the writing, but are not to my taste.
I write to authors and tell them that I liked their book and why. I’ll bring up things that I really enjoyed and I will mention parts that I thought could have been improved, with suggestions.
Every single person I have written or emailed to has answered in the same medium and I can tell that its not a form letter because it addresses points that I brought up.
If I think that the latest book I couldn’t get through is totally dreck, I won’t post a review or write a letter or email. That would be mean. Someone worked really hard on their love child and offered it up to the world. Just because I think something is horrible doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t just love it and might not look at it if I had posted a bad opinion. I certainly won’t email the writer to say that I didn’t like it.
My rant: I hate where we are living. I hate the landlord and am going to be seeing him in small claims court over the furnace (and likely because he’s the sort who will find a million reasons to keep our deposit despite the fact that we have someone who comes over every day to clean.) I hate the carpeted floors, I hate the curtains, I hate the carpeted!!! bathrooms. I hate the white walls and the popcorn ceilings. The ONLY thing I liked about this place was the privacy fence between our bedroom windows and the neighbor’s windows about 10 feet away.
Fucking wood fence planted in wet Houston ground with no concrete footers fell down today.
We are moving on the 25th. That’s all that is stopping me from finding our asshole landlord and beating him about the head and shoulders with a piece of his cheap, rotten wood. (The wood is so punky that I couldn’t be able to hurt him, but it would make a mess all over his clothes and if I was lucky might even make him sneeze a lot.)
I don’t know why, but people using untreated wood to construct something outside (unless it is wood designed to be outside, like redwood or cedar) just gets in my nose something fierce. Maybe because the previous owners of this house used untreated wood to replace some of the planks in the deck, which is about 11 feet above ground. Then they painted it, so we can’t tell which wood is good or which is bad. I ended up replacing all the planks and the steps as well. Don’t people know any better than that?
Doesn’t painting count as ‘treating’?
Grrr. Very little sleep, surprise alteration of the bus schedule, so DH is taking me to work, and he’s getting all dramatic over other minor issues.
Must be Monday. $DEITY alone knows how bad the callers will be.
That depends on the paint. In general, wood should get treated (either at the factory or onsite) with a first layer which protects it from rot and insects, then painted.
Varnish (including colored ones) will protect the wood; paint does not; the pre-paint layer is not varnish (varnish makes it difficult for anything else to stick on). Or at least that was the main division between “colored varnish” and “paint” when I worked in the industry, God knows what the marketing people have come up with since.
But I have to admit that the idea of “wood not designed for outdoor use” is triggering Daliesque images of growing olive trees and piñon in the living room…
I’ve been awake since 2am (10:23am now.) I had a doctor’s appointment this morning that I missed because I’m unsafe to drive and know it. I guess I could have Ubered but I didn’t really want to go. Now I have to reschedule.
I was really hoping to do something productive today, but signs point to too fucking tired.
Aside from the irony of your situation, it always bothers me when I call any place of business for help and they say the same baloney:
“Your call is important to us”
“We are experiencing an unusual call volume”
“Please listen carefully because some of our options have changed”
and
“Did you know that you can get help for many common problems by going to our website at …”
I wonder how many minutes of my life have been wasted listening to these four useless messages.
If I’m calling their help line it’s because I spent ten minutes at their website already, searching for the carefully hidden phone number and sifting through all of the silliest FAQs that are probably neither F nor A. To be honest, I had already Googled the problem thoroughly and come up short.
Nobody wants to call an endless phone tree that dumps you into a half hour wait, so …yes, I am aware that your business has a website.
Not if that’s all you do to it, even if it’s “porch” paint. The wood rots from exposure to moisture, it get’s spongy and then after a little longer your foot goes through it when you step on it.
Several times recently when I’ve gotten that “Our call volume is unusually high. Your wait time is 10 minutes” blahblahblah, I’ve waited and got a CSR in less than a minute. I think they play that message to discourage people from waiting, in fact, from even calling.