I know about hydrogen peroxide, but a vet tech told me once that improperly administered, it can cause as many problems as the underlying poisoning issues as it was meant to address. She didn’t tell me the proper way to administer it, though. I’m so glad your girl came good!
I think now that we have Ollie off the charcoal and back to his regular diet, he’s going to be fine, too.
I’m mostly moved into a new apartment. I’ve been asking by phone and e-mail for management to fix the flush on the toilet and to install my window ac unit. This was supposed to have been done like 2 weeks ago. My latest e-mail has gone unanswered. I cannot start living there until they do these things.
What you should do is, after you have picked up the meds, call a manager and insist that the $9.72 you were erroneously charged be refunded. After all, if it’s a tip, it is voluntary; if it is a fee or other surcharge, it’s not a tip. It’s not the manager’s fault, of course, but that’s the only link to the company you have, and you certainly should express your displeasure at what amounts to theft.
I decided to look further into whether there was an option to delete the tip. Petco is more insidious than I thought. This is the screen before you place the order:
Order Summary (2)
Subtotal $127.96
Pickup In-Store FREE
Tip $9.72
Promotions
10% off $50+ when you Buy Online and Pick Up In Store -$12.80
Taxes $0.00
Order Total $115.16
Note that the order total doesn’t include the tip or calculate taxes. Those will apparently show up after you place the order. And there’s no way to delete or change the tip. If someone is just looking at the order total, they are in for a surprise. This is a shitty way to do business and they have lost mine. I’ll go to PetSmart even though it is much farther away.
Wife and I occasionally look at each other: “Hey, have you heard from the kids lately?”
“Not in the last couple of weeks…”
“We wanted to raise strong, independent children. Now we’re paying the price.”
They don’t need us. Yay. Now I just have to convince myself that’s a good thing.
I am sorry too. And yes, you are doing the right thing. If you are retired, you and your husband are going to need whatever cash you’ve got. Getting old in America can be very expensive, and it doesn’t sound like your son is going to be up to the job of helping YOU if/when you need it. So please take care of yourself. You’re done raising him - it’s time for him to raise himself.
Aww! I would treasure that picture too.
You’ve had two (or more) right? Same. I told each of my two that we had decided to have two so that each could go to the others place on holidays and birthdays for dinner and such.
I didn’t want just one because I didn’t want either of them to feel alone or abandoned in this large shitty world. So far they get along so great that it makes me smile.
Go shovel dirt in my face: mission accomplished.
My father in law passed away a couple of weeks ago. My wife and her sister wrote up a really nice obituary for him, with a paragraph thanking all the caregivers and facilities that have taken care of both parents over the last few years. (My father in law was in hospice care for two years and my mother in law was in a memory care facility for a couple of years before she passed away a year and a half ago.)
Yesterday my wife showed me some lady’s obituary that was in the Sunday paper. They took that exact same paragraph, word for word (except for the names) and used it in her obit. WTF?
(I told my wife, I guess you should feel honored that they thought it was good enough to steal.)
Yeah. Not sure whether to be honored or appalled.
There is no heartfelt sentiment better than fake heartfelt sentiment.
ETA for clarification if needed: Theirs, not yours.
I’ve been in the position of suddenly having to write an appropriate, heartfelt obituary for a loved one who died suddenly three times now. While I wouldn’t do it myself, I can see where it would be very tempting to lift a well-worded paragraph from someone else. I’d chalk it up as a compliment.
Ok. I know what some of you are going to say. Jack, maybe it’s you. I guarantee you it’s not me. I may not be a perfect person or the best guitarist in the world, but what I had to sit through at open jam last night was the last straw for me.
Here’s the thing … a few weeks ago I got into a little argument with someone because they told me what to play in an impolite manner, so I took a few weeks off from jamming to get a little perspective. Last night I went back for the first time in two weeks and it’s like there’s someone with a hidden camera throwing irritants at me just to see how I’ll react.
The very first set I had to play last night was horrible, but at least I knew what was coming.
The players:
Me - I’m pretty good. I’m not going on tour anytime soon, but I know all my chords and all my scales in all the keys, so I can hang.
Richard the Butcher on Bass. He just plays a million notes at random, not in any key and not holding down any sort of rhythm. I’ve spoken of him before. He sucks.
Summer on guitar: she’s like 21 years old and she’s been playing for like 6 months. Need I say more? I don’t want to shit on her but she just doesn’t have the ability yet. She needs more practice.
Moaning Jackie: this weird goth woman who looks like she just crawled out of the TeeVee in The Ring who thinks she’s Nina Simone but she’s closer to a dog with a bone. She’s a “vocalist” who literally moans her vocals out of key and she thinks she’s being sexy.
And a decent drummer who I never played with before.
We get up on stage and say, “what key?” Richard and Summer look at each other and start playing randomly without uttering a word of communication. It was basically nothing. So I offered, “A Minor?” They said, “okay,” so I stared just strumming a little rhythm on one chord. They keep doing the exact same random shit they were just doing and Jackie starts her moaning. The drummer and I literally looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders at the same time. 8 minutes worth and the horror was over.
Then …
I’m sitting outside minding my own business and Jackie comes up to me to strike up a conversation. At first I thought she was going to try to pick me up, but then she told me that I played too loud. At first I just said, “oh, sorry, I guess I didn’t realize.”
She continued. “And you weren’t even trying to play with the other two.”
My brain short circuited, but I remained calm. “Well, they weren’t really playing anything. It was just sort of random.”
After some back and forth about the merits of actual keys, she told me, “You don’t listen.”
That was it.
“What the fuck? I don’t listen?” And I unloaded everything that was pent up - “this guy just plays a million notes, Summer can’t play at all, it’s that fucking simple, and you can’t fucking sing. In fact the drummer and I were the only two musicians on that stage so I’m not about to take this kind of shit from you!”
She screws up her face and decides to insult my playing, “you just sound the same all the time.”
“I sound the same? Have you listened to yourself? Oooohhooohhoohhhooohh” ( perfect imitation of vocals right to her face) “that’s what you sound like every time.”
She stormed off and I calmly went in got my guitar, remembering my pedal this time, and left. Fuck that. It is not worth the aggravation to constantly be insulted by these tone deaf assholes.
Again, this is not me. I know it sounds like, “maybe you’re the musical problem”. I promise you this isn’t Dunning-Kruger, it’s musical appreciation 101.
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
(I may have stolen that line from someone else.)
Still better than the asshats who hold their phone horizontally in front of their face & have it on speaker. With the phone horizontal they’re clearly not skyping/facetiming anyone because all the other party could see is the ceiling & maybe a few nose hairs at the bottom. I seriously want to walk up next to them & say, “Excuse me person on the other end of this phone call, you do realize the entire store can hear what you’re saying because this dipshit doesn’t know how to use a phone & thinks it’s a walkie-talkie or something”
My rant: I needed something that I found on ebay, I messaged the seller BEFORE I bought it to specifically ask when I would get it as I needed it for a photo shoot THIS WEEKEND. The response assured me they’d ship w/in 24 hrs so I ordered it…last week.
I looked last night & it’s still not showing as shipped so I messaged the seller asking about the status & if he still has it to keep it; got a BS response this morning that it’s been shipped; then 1½ hours later I get an auto update from ebay that they’ve shipped it. tl/dr after promising a 24 hr turnaround they didn’t ship it out for 8 days, only sending after being prompted from me, probably in a lame attempt to keep the sale. Nope, the now-delivery date of Mon is after I was going to use it & now I’m f’ed as I can’t find what I’m looking for (Amazon doesn’t have it). If we don’t do the photo shoot this weekend, gotta wait 6ish months until we can try again (due to cold winter weather) 
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Separately, - To the Hasidim, you live in a lovely community with leafy, tree lined streets with curves & hills & two lane roads with neither shoulder or sidewalk. When you’re walking, shortly before dusk on a cloudy rainy day you’re absolutely invisible in your black pants & black raincoats. Even the Amish have learned to use some reflectivity so they don’t become unexpected hood ornaments.
Was Dipsey short for dipsomaniac?
In the weeks after my mother’s service, three separate people asked for a copy of the eulogy to crib from for an upcoming funeral.
Ha! I had to google that. No. It was his name before we adopted him.
I know a lot of old-timey words!
Oh, man, I just got such strong anxiety sympathy vibes from this! Was he just ODing on the charcoal?
Another day, another ADOS. Testing day is just grueling, man. The doctor attempted an IQ test first. Wee Weasel was combative, grabby and resistant to the vast majority of the tasks, so we bribed him by writing big numbers on the white board in between questions. He did really well on the puzzles and patterned blocks. On the pictures he just started phoning it in by selecting A for every question. I’m not sure what results they were able to cobble together out of that. She said it probably wouldn’t be very accurate.
On the ADOS-2… oh boy. I think he probably got more points than on the first ADOS he had. He was much farther along with pretend play, which was cool to see, but his attention was all over the place, he was completely socially disconnected, and he kept demanding numbers.
I told her during the intake he doesn’t really have any major behavioral issues, and that’s true within his daily routine at home, but it’s a whole different ballgame when he’s asked to do something like this. I’m beginning to see the case for ABA.
All that aside, testing is just draining on all of us. And I’m about to jump into a work meeting. Yay.
Also: I wish I could be there to hug each and every one of you. I hope you have someone to hug.