Well, I haven’t changed my own oil since I was twenty-three. I DO still expect to be able to manage lamps, a tire change, windshield washer fluid, and brake pads.
P.S. Sorry to hear about your troubles, Nikki Tikki Tavi. May June see them evaporate away like umm, some easily-evaporatable (but non-volatile) fluid in a warm June sun.
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P.P.S. morning dewdrops; yeah, those.
Its raining again. There is NO place for the water to go. The hounds are going stir crazy because they haven’t been on a walk in days. I’m going stir crazy because the roads are flooded and I can’t even go to work. Hubs is going stir crazy for the same reason. Poor Karen hasn’t been able to go home since Tuesday and is washing her under ware in the bathroom sink every night. My clothes are tight on her but at least she can wash her clothes in the machine WHEN THE FUCKING POWER IS ON.
We still have running water, but hubs is concerned about the quality, so everyone (people and pets) are drinking the bottled water we have stored for this sort of thing.
I’m ready to move back to AZ. At least I only had to deal with fire season there. Fire season came with hawt firefighters and we didn’t fuck around with changing our clocks twice a year.
I’m officially fed up with living in a big fucking concrete flood zone.
I do hope that the other TX dopers are doing at least as well as I am. We have food, water and are on a bit of a high ground. Sometimes we have power. We have smart phones that can be used as a hot-spot. We’ve got it better than many other people, so I probably should count my blessings.
Damn pollen. I don’t know what is in the air that is making me sneeze but it needs to go away. I’ve sneezed so much I pulled a muscle in my back. That makes any kind of movement painful. And don’t get me started on allergy medicine. Even the supposedly non-drowsy stuff puts me in a fog. It’s been raining off and on since yesterday afternoon, you’d think that would knock some of this crap out of the air, but noooo… I’m still sneezing. Time to buy stock in Puffs, I guess.
I sympathize on the allergies, Dr. G. Instead of Puffs, may I recommend a pack of cheap, unscented baby wipes? Seriously, all the difference in the world for my poor nose when I’m in the throes of allergies or a cold. (Plus, they’re sturdier than tissue, so you don’t accidentally snot all over yourself when you sneeze or blow your nose. And they’re handy for a quick shoe shine, or wiping/polishing the coffee table when the in-laws call to say they’ll be over in ten minutes, or for getting grease off your hands if you have to monkey around under the hood of the car on your way to a meeting, etc.)
Also? Hot flashes can kiss my ass. As can my latest hormonal pattern: Two-day migraine, followed by 2-3 days of murderously bad PMS, and then a week or so of hemorrhaging. Menopause can’t happen soon enough! (Says the woman on day two of the PMS portion of the festivities.)
Ugh. Hear, hear! I just saw my new doctor and in the 45 minute visit of talking all about me, she concluded (agreed, I already knew) what I deal with is within the normal range, but a damn pain in the ass. After going off decades of birth control last year, it’s like my ovaries are trying to make up for lost time and my cycles have been 22 days and heavy for the last 14 months. GO AWAY, GODDAMNIT! Plus, cyclical acne. I’m 44 ferchrissake.
Dear Huskies, No, you REALLY don’t have to play with each other NEXT TO THE BED at 4:30AM. Especially when my alarm isn’t due to go off for another 2 hours.
I love my Boyz, but geez, you’d think by now they’d know how to tell time to some extent.
I pit the city of Philadelphia for deceiving travelers.
The last time I passed through the Philadelphia airport years ago it was a drab, rundown place, virtually the only food available was stale pretzels and wieners on a stick, and the prototypical employee was an immense female security agent in a headscarf bellowing at unfortunate passengers.
Shockingly, when I had to spend a few hours in the airport yesterday it had been dramatically upgraded with lots of shops, decent restaurants and workers had apparently been trained to be not only polite, but friendly.
What the hell is going to happen when people leave the airport and experience the real Philadelphia? 
Fuck you, Internet Exploder. Making me reboot my computer once to deal with your updates is reasonable. Twice in a few minutes is not.
Darn it, it’s June already, and I was about to start a June Rants thread, but couldn’t think of a clever title. 
No worries, EmilyG, I just did.