This is like standing in front of a mirror in a dark room and saying “bloody mary” three times. You don’t really want him to show up, do you?
But Thanksbitching was in October!
Lucky us. We get two Thanksbitchings. And then it’s the . . . Holidays.
One tonsil has gone rogue. The ear on that side hurts. What feels like my eustachian tube (or something near it) on that side is all sore and irritated. My eye on that side hurts (pressure).
Despite my chugging orange juice, swallowing handfuls of vitamin C pills*, and taking Advil Cold & Sinus, nothing has gotten better. I can tell every four hours as the meds start to wear off, because the left side of my face will go all awful any time I swallow. WAAAAAAAAAH.
*an exaggeration! I realize you just pee out the excess, so I’m not squandering it.
Depending on the dimensions of your bathroom and approaches, it might need to be wider to allow for maneuvering hijinks. I know that happened to my dad and his single-stall bathroom at his store (which he ended up solving with “I can’t afford this, and I’m not legally required to have a public bathroom, so I don’t anymore.”, sadly).
Greece citizens have been on a drunken debt orgy for over a decade, enabled by wimpy politicians using debt to buy their way into office. The people of Greece are too stupid to understand that the piper has to be paid, which is why they’re protesting the measures that must be taken to restore the country to it’s pre-2000 levels of chaos and ill-government.
After months and months of hammering out a program that is suitable to all members of the Eurozone, they have finally come up with a program that literally forgives 50%, or 100 billion Euros, in government debt, while calling upon Greece to pay back 30 billion Euros… which would require government spending cuts, including job losses in Greece’s bloated government infrastructure.
However, given Greece’s citizens tendency to protest any derailing of the debt gravy train, I have little hope that this referendum will pass. So, instead of PM George Papandreou biting the bullet and making the hard, probably career-ending choice, he decided to pass the buck to the very populace that seems unwilling to accept their measure of the blame.
It’s going to be 2008 all over again, people.
Here’s an idea, bitches: buy candy for your own fucking neighbourhood, instead of hauling your 6 crotchrockets into your giant van and driving to the good neighbourhoods.
Around here, welfare parents from the shitty areas pile up their kids in those huge 15-passenger vans and drop them off in richer areas. Halloween is about the kids which is why everyone mans up and gives out candy, but it pisses me off so much. I grew up lower middle class but my parents would never have thought to take me to a strange neighbourhood for trick-or-treating just because they could afford better candy.
Before the social justice brigade piles up on me: again, it’s not the kids’ faults and I would never take it out on them. The problems are their parents. I’m not talking about families down on their luck in this economy, I’m talking about families where their aspiration in life is their child welfare cheques.
I live in one of those neighborhoods. I’ve heard a few people joke about how they never realized how many Hispanic families lived in the neighborhood until Halloween, but the vast majority of us just embrace it and have a huge party. Everyone’s welcome, and it’s a major blast. Happy Fucking Halloween, bitches!!
Well, the particular house I was thinking of has a baby in it that goes to bed while everyone is still trick-or-treating and it’s too cold out here for someone to stay outside to hand out the candy, and no one will pay attention to a sign that says ‘don’t ring doorbell, baby sleeping’.
I live in the entrance of the neighborhood and was able to parcel out the candy based upon whether the kids were coming from a car that just turned in - those kids got gum. Neighborhood kids got candy bars.
Yeah, I think this must be it. I thought about not offering a bathroom, but we have indoor seating, so I don’t think that’s an option.
Just one more speed bump on our journey.
On to other news, I have a severe case of the blahs today. I don’t feel like doing a darn thing. I may not even get out of my PJ’s.
Well, I’m disappointed; I was looking forward to MoVentber bitching, and Thanksgiving is long over here. :mad:
{Gets started figuring out a cool name for our Christmas rants. 
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I’ve been having one of Those Colds since thereabouts of Friday; spent more of the weekend in bed than off, but having to get up periodically to have another cough drop, blow my nose, or both. Went to work yesterday (which strictly speaking I shouldn’t have) because I didn’t have a procedure in place to let them know I wasn’t and because I needed to come in in order to send my invoice (I’m a self-employed usually-in-house consultant, so normally it’s one invoice/month). Now I’m in my house (the real one, not the weekly-commuter place) and I wanna go to bed, but I can’t because the painter has said he’ll be dropping in with the budget for painting it… it’s a holiday, but it was more convenient for both of us to do it today than tomorrow. At least I seem to be over the worst of the cold, I think that was Sunday.
Man, that’s such a first-world minirant it may count as a half-world one.
Merry Bitchmas: Mini Rants.
I often get that after a cold, too, and what works for me (and was prescribed by a doctor originally - this isn’t me just making it up) is to use my husband’s Ventolin inhaler to short-circuit that bronchial spasming/closing up that creates the endless loop of coughing irritating my lungs, the irritation making me cough, then the coughing irritating, etc. It takes just a couple of days of a couple of squirts a day and the cough is gone.
That sounds like a new thread - Tiny Happinesses. 
I sure hope not; I have long-term plans that include the entire global economy NOT shitting the bed.
Perfect!
But what about our friends who don’t celebrate Bitchmas? How will they rant? How will they air their grievances? Talk about bitchy.
Are you suggesting there’s a war on Bitchmas? Shocking!
My SIL’s staying with us for a while - long story. She’s found renters for her house, and last week headed down there to put the remaining furniture and such into storage. Neither El Hubbo nor I could go, so MIL went with her. Apparently, the “putting into storage and other random acts of figuring stuff out” went swimmingly. The trip back, not so much.
MIL goes off on this multi-hour rant, cursing anyone, everyone, and their dogs too (for good measure). Cursing today’s “youth” (read: my generation, Gen X, which also is my husband’s and my SIL’s generation) for not being hard workers like her generation is, cursing my generation’s over-reliance on technology, cursing El Hubbo and SIL for not respecting her need for traditions, round-the-bend cursing my family for not bringing the traditional dishes she wants to her Thanksgiving when she asks them to bring something (but doesn’t give them specifics on which particular dishes to bring, mind you), cursing El Hubbo and I for not feeding FIL when they come over to help us with home repair and yard work, cursing my SIL for not picking up the check more (apparently she’s supposed to even when MIL says, “No, we’ll get it.”), cursing cursing cursing.
SIL finally got so fed up with her she screamed back, telling MIL that she was an evil harpy. (Yay, SIL!) SIL said that she’d be giving MIL a check for anything MIL paid for during the trip and finished with, “I’m done with you.” (Which is a good thing. MIL is decidedly not helping in this situation. What she’s doing is the opposite of help.)
So, to sum up: MIL is pissed, mostly because, IMO, she feels like my new BIL made her look a fool (that’s in the long story part mentioned above); SIL is incredibly pissed and as of right now, isn’t speaking to her mother; and El Hubbo and I are going to be caught in the fallout. And we get to go to Thanksgiving at MIL/FIL’s house - oh, yay.
The thing is, MIL’s rather a narcissistic bitch, so it’s going to take something like this to get through to her and hopefully make her change. I don’t know if she realizes that her actions are going to alienate both her children - she’s really that dense. And while my SIL’s got a kind heart and in the past has patched things up with her mother, I’m really hoping that this time she doesn’t. It’s one of those toxic relationships that just has to stop. And MIL’s apparently not smart enough to realize that even if SIL won’t cut her out of her life, El Hubbo most certainly will. He’ll make it stick. And if MIL is half the family-centered person that she makes herself out to be, that should terrify her. But she doesn’t even realize it.
Oi. Kids, don’t stick your dick in the crazy.
I dropped a can of corn onto my toe this weekend. Pretty certain it’s not broken or anything, but it sure is a funny color. 
Mr. Horseshoe, I’m sorry you’re stressed about work, and I’m sorry the boss is giving you the stink-eye after Dumbshit Former Friend started talking trash about you and spreading rumors and lies. But seriously, dude: your middle name must be Inertia. Get your ass in gear every goddamn once in a while.