Holy cow, you’re daughter is 16? I thought based on what you posted about the yelling and the crying in the car that she was, at most, 10.
Your daughter is ***SIXTEEN ***and behaving like this?! Holy shit, I thought she was maybe SEVEN.
Jinx! You owe me a Sprite.
And yet another Snuggly Kittening backfire example.
MissTake, is your last name Salt?
Dear new coworker,
Today you were complaining that money is so tight that you’re a little behind on bills and no longer have hot water as a result. I think people would be more sympathetic to your money concerns if you didn’t stop by Dunkin Donuts for an expensive drink and a bagel before complaining about money…budgeting doesn’t seem to be your strong suit, Hon.
Man, last year my 18 year old stepdaughter got rid of their family dog which they had had ten years or so…when it became incontinent (actually less continent, since it had never really been trained), off to the pound it went.
She had also previously had a rabbit, which she asked us to look after for a while. Then she decided she couldn’t take it back, so I gave it to a lady I know who runs a rabbit rescue. Stepdaughter soon changed her mind and wanted her bunny back, but the lady had already adopted it out.
Next she and her boyfriend got a puppy (joint ownership, although they didn’t live together). Then they broke up. Then she moved in with us. She had a job and a busy social life though, so all the dog care became our job. She would breeze through in the evenings and squeal over him for approximately two minutes, then she was on her way again. When her dad pressed her too much about taking the dog for a walk, or taking on one of the feedings, she would pout and say, “I’m just too busy. Get rid of it then!”
By this time the boyfriend had moved halfway across the country, but apparently still wanted the dog. Stepdaughter agreed to give him the dog, under the terms that she could have it back when she was ready. My husband drove the dog hundreds of miles to his new home.
Of course, a few months later, stepdaughter wanted her dog back. Fortunately the boyfriend said no. Actually I think he’d already given the dog away. 
I’m sure the psychopathic little bitch will have another dog soon.
I’ve started getting involved with a local golden retriever rescue group; they frequently have dogs surrendered to them for being “too needy”, too large, or too furry. Another lady who volunteers for the group (and occasionally fosters dogs) is of the opinion that certain types of people who come to the group in search of a dog should simply be directed to the stuffed animal department of Toys R Us.
Better that than a baby, at least.
Well . . . not for the dog.
I read your post and was going to respond, but I seem to have a lot of gibbering and twitching to do right now.
Tis fickle, my favoritism, for truth.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and opine that people who act like that will indeed bring a baby (or four) home for Dung Beetle to raise. Sorry.
I’m looking at my little shelter kitty right now - she’s snoozing on the loveseat. She’s about the best cat alive, except for her insistence on playing when I’m too lazy to participate.
Ahem.
SNZZZRT
fuckin allergies.
I doubt I will ever understand Facebook. The attraction that is. I have a friend- she is almost 30, quite attractive etc. Whenever she posts on Facebook she includes a picture. Of herself. She has 800 pictures on Facebook and 750 of them would include her. Aaaaarrrggghhhh.
I wish one of my sisters-in-law would have done a little checking before booking a table for us for Easter brunch. Last year for Mother’s Day, we went to a place that has brunch catered in for special events, and it was a nice spread of food. For this Easter, one sister-in-law solicited requests for opinions on where to eat.
First of all, that’s dumb, because everyone knows that they’re going to cave in and go where their dad wants to go. They even do that for Mother’s Day, for their mother’s birthday, etc., and frankly his sense of taste has gone down the tubes as he’s aged. (Not to mention that at a sister-in-law and I, who had the same entree and were the only two who picked that one, got some kind of gastrointestinal illness after our restaurant meal on Mother’s Day.) But I get the idea, hope springs eternal and all.
So we go through the rounds of giving opinions, all the restaurants given as options are in their parents’ suburb, my husband and I voted for a neat Mediterranean restaurant that was suggested. Another sister-in-law pulls some strings at another restaurant and has a good deal and a reservation all but set and waits for the go-ahead. No dice. The arranging sister-in-law says it’ll be the expensive buffet place from last year, and it’s what their parents (read: father) want - but hey, they were good last year at least, whatever.
I wrongly assumed that the sister-in-law who was making the arrangements also checked on what the menu was like before she approved it. We arrived to find maybe a third of the selection of last year, and none of it was that good. Last year’s menu included prime rib and salmon, eggs Benedict, various salads, and more, all prepared fresh. This year there was - not joking:
- fresh spinach leaves with a few sliced strawberries on them and even fewer, teeny pieces of goat cheese, plus a very sweet dressing
- a very plain chopped fruit salad
- undercooked cold asparagus spears with nothing on them
- two kinds of dried-out mini-quiches that appeared to have been bought frozen and had been reheated god knows how long ago
- some burnt mini-toast triangles stuffed with Nutella, vs tomato and cheese
- substandard waffles (that were completely out by the time I got to that spot in the line, but a brother-in-law who had them said he’d have preferred toaster waffles)
- an apparently nice ham being carved on the spot
The ham was the only food item that got complimented by anyone around me.
Now, as a vegetarian, I’m used to paying way too much for a buffet and eating in a substandard fashion. This is also why I usually eat something before going somewhere. At the event last year, I was quite happy with the selection I could have. This time, everyone at the table did pretty poorly.
My sisters-in-law did some complaining - $25 a person for that?! They got a mere $50 knocked off the tab; considering that there were 15 unhappy customers at our table, that was kind of lame. Still, we did accept going there in the first place, and if the one who booked the table had just asked about the menu, she’d have been warned and could have told their parents, “no, we can’t go to That Place this year, their menu sucks.” But you can bet that next time they want to solicit opinions on where to go, I’ll be looking at the menu. I’m “difficult” because I’m a vegetarian :rolleyes: (I’ve never vetoed/complained about a restaurant or a provided meal, to my inlaws) so I might as well take up that role to its fullest.
Would you take a Magic Hat #9? I’m fresh out of Sprite.
I am always up for magic hats. Magic cats, not so much. Aaaaa-choo!
I’m with you on the expensive brunch, Ferret Herder. My husband and I are counting calories, and if you don’t eat three pounds of food at one sitting, you don’t get your money’s worth out of an expensive all-you-can-eat buffet. I much prefer a more reasonably priced dinner that I can divide in two and take half of it home.
Oh, and that’s another problem. One sister-in-law is soooo slow at eating. She’s always taking lots of photos, and talking with their mom, and generally chatting away, and nothing gets eaten. She did this yesterday, and then was shocked when we were getting ready to leave before the next seating arrived and she was told that no, she could not take her food with her, and they had nothing to wrap it up in. Spent $25 for almost nothing eaten. Admittedly at a buffet situation she should probably have expected that they’d look unkindly on/forbid takeout, but it was definitely her only plate of food that day.