Can you post a picture of the damage? You might be able to get some repair components online.
Port Royal, hugs to you and hope for a break from the bad stuff.
Dude. Discretion.
I read that wrong - I read horses. It seemed right, at first. Then it got wierd. They tangle, [OK] leak, [what critter doesn’t?] corrode [what?], get crushed [???], and kink [wh - oh, HOSES!].
(((Port Royal)))
Two things:
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The sick kid went from a 104-degree temp this morning to nearly better by bedtime. Which is awesome. But…he’s been sleeping all day, so he won’t. Fucking. Go. To. Sleep. I can’t force him to sleep, he’s not tired, it’s almost 10 on a school night and school starts at 7:30. He has a May Day performance to go to and both of us may climb the damn walls if he doesn’t get out of the house tomorrow. But he can’t sleep. So he will be impossible to wake up tomorrow or, if he does wake up, thanks to the universe being the bitch she is, his temperature will have come the fuck back.
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My ass is delicious. How do I know this? I have mosquito bites all over it. Before my son got sick, I had a day off and went hiking. I was dumb enough not to bathe in DEET. Now bites are all over my right arm, left leg and clustered around my ass near my buttcrack - they bit through my fucking yoga pants. Bastards. So now when I go to work (assuming I get to - see above re sick kid - if there is a god, please let me go back to the office or at least work alone tomorrow at home), I’m hard pressed not to scratch my ass as I walk.
Dad, please stop nagging me about whether or not I’m raising my girls as Jews. I’m raising them to be good people. Nothing else should matter to you. Because we’d both rather my girls were loving, smart, moral, kind decent atheists than shitty people who happened to be religiously observant Jews.
I’m such an effin weirdo. I’m going to Best Buy tomorrow to switch cell phone carriers and I’ve been weirdly obsessed about it for nearly a week. Like, to the point it’s permeated my dreams. I’ll be dumping a 20-year-old account with grandfathered data plan that I cannot get back if I hate the new service. Which I’m pretty sure I won’t. But what if I do? This is the roundabout thinking that keeps me from doing shit like becoming self-employed.
How bad is your service that you’re willing to dump the data plan?
The service is fine. My latest 2-year contract is up and I want a new phone (I’m one of those new! shiny! people) but not willing to put up the scratch for up-front, and they don’t subsidize any more (well, they sorta do, for another $300). Found a different carrier with unlimited data, and a much lower starting point for the voice+data, so when the phone payment is added in I’m paying about the same as I’m used to monthly, but with a new phone in my hands and zero up front. I started a thread about it last night, but only one response.
Plus, Best Buy has a deal that expires on the 9th - if you go to the store, it’s another $10 less per month than online signup pricing, plus they will give me $100 for my old phone. Kind of a no-brainer. It’s more my comfort with inertia than anything!
Cool! Just jumped Galaxy to iPhone myself and was curious.
Ha! I went the other way, four years ago.
Sends more internet hugs to Port Royal.
Senile old Lucky has learned a new trick. He squirts in the closet when I’m putting my shoes away, pulls them out of the rack and lays on them. Then, when he’s tired of that, he yammers and beats the door with his paws until I figure out what is wrong.
I haven’t shot him yet.
I haven’t shot hubs.
I’m seriously considering shooting someone who works in our building complex because he keeps parking in 2 spots. I wouldn’t mind, but he takes up the good spots instead of parking in the back of the lot.
Besides, he drives a beater.
And now my mouse is dying. FML.
It’s almost one in the morning and my four year old is still wide awake. Mommy is not amused.
flatlined, I will be very disappointed if you don’t leave the beater-driver a clever passive-aggressive note with a sarcastic parking technique critique. And then start leaving bits of old produce under his wiper blades if he doesn’t heed your warning.
LavenderBlue, too late for Benadryl. I hope you both make it through the day tomorrow! :eek:
Allow me to introduce you to Naptime Rules.
1.- Children may sleep or not. What they are not allowed to do is make noise, go to their parents’ room, make noise, kill each other, make noise, damage the pets, make noise, break bones (their own or otherwise), make noise, leave their room for any cause other than going potty, make noise, ask for milk/cookies/fruit or make noise.
- through infinity.- See Rule number 1.
He might or might not get to sleep, but at least he shouldn’t be bouncing and his lack of sleep shouldn’t lead to yours.
LavenderBlue, yours is at about the age where they can start learning those.
And if that still doesn’t work, escalate to caltrops.
Addressing the two “free speech at ANY cost” and/or hater group advocates on this thread.
If you tell me you are going to kill me for saying the sky is blue today, OK thats not fair, because I could innocently walk outside and say “gee the sky is blue today” and its not fair for you to expect me to walk outside and not make that comment, and then physically attack me for it.
If you tell me that Mohammed is a sacred religious figure, and could you PLEASE not insult or mock him in any way, doing so incites me to the point of possible violence, I THINK I can go through my day without having a “Lets fuck with Mohammed” art festival. Hell, I could even get through my day without making a Mohammed cartoon that I think is funny, and hey, Muslims will get the joke too.
I can even make it through the day without walking through Harlem in a KKK robe, yelling “n------- suck!”.
Theres free speech, then theres just trolling and asking for someone to blow off nuggets on your ass. If you have nothing better to do than clown on a religious figure just to piss off members of that religion, then you are an asshole that needs to get a job.
This, exactly.
Time for a bedtime story!
Dear Me,
Put the sugar and junk food down and get back to the gym already. You’ve spent the last three months working out and making some great progress, so don’t blow it now. If you want to be able get those guns out this summer without having to suck your gut in, go lift some more weights and leave the KFC alone.
Sincerely,
Me