I was thinking sulphuric acid.
We’re starting our 4th heat wave of the summer today. The last one went on for, I think, 11 days. It’s only mid-July. It’s eastern Pennsylvania.
Gonna be a really loooooooooong summer.
I have a cold. First cold I’ve had in about three years or more, which just makes it seem worse than it really is.
Drippy, scratchy, headachey.
Ugh.
Dear website. It’s awesome that you offer online chat support but less awesome that you lock down the browser tab while it’s active. I can’t talk to your customer service guy AND verify that what he’s telling me works because you are morons. Also when you offer online chat support it really helps if someone actually answers. 30 mins is not online chat support it’s a new, specific to you, email client.
Thank you,
Dissatisfied no longer future customer.
Theres a difference???
I think he gets fooled because in some ways, it is an on-off switch for me. I can wake up and do extremely complicated things right away, and be fully awake. What I cannot/do not want to do is be especially social. I cherish the quiet of my mornings and I have to be social and friendly when I get to work. But then his feelings are all hurt.
I know. 
I just had a annoying morning person as a roomate in college. THAT WAS HELL.
Oh, joy. An invitation to another ‘destination’ wedding. Yeah, we’re so eager to be at your marriage that we will spend hundreds of dollars (likely closer to thousands by the time we add up plane tickets and hotel rooms and pet sitter.) Not to mention that I think hubby’s passport is expired, so we’d have to take care of that, plus your wedding will fall right in the middle of the busy season at his workplace.
Oh, and since we both only get two weeks vacation a year, it would mean giving up the vacation trip we’re already planning for this winter.
You know? I do wish you two a long happy marriage, I really do. And I’m happy to send you a wedding present. But I really don’t need to witness the wedding enough to offset the hassles going to it would create for us.
Seriously, is ANYONE happy to get invited to destination weddings?
I am sick and gawdamned tired of this heat and humidity. This is Minnesota, not somewhere on a Louisiana bayou. You should not be able to see the air. It is thick as hell. I am tired of being a big ol’ ball of perspiration. Take a shower to cool off, too bad you can’t dry off.
There appears to be no short end in sight. Oh wait, tomorrow only high 80’s, but still a ridonkulous high dewpoint, soooo… And then we’re back into the 90’s. Still with humidity.
I am tired of living in a cave, with my window air conditioner chugging along. I dread my electric bill for this month.
I also want to know where there haven’t been more incidences of road rage along 494 in Bloomington. I am now driving it every damn day, and jesusmarymotherofgawd people are fucking idiots. Traffic comes to a complete stop for no reason whatsoever. You crawl for a mile, then it’s like the cork pops and you’re free to speed like a demon. Now, I can see it where 35W enters/exits, but no. It’s usually no were near an entrance/exit. And heaven forbid you leave a gnats fart of space between you and the brake happy semi in front of you, as some douchenozzle in an Escalade will jam his cell phone yammering ass in front of you.
Back to school shopping is finished. Or, if it isn’t finished, anything else will be accomplished without me. If Walmart is this bonkers two weeks before classes start, I’m not going back for at least a month! And if the Boy’s feet continue to grow, we’ll have to start amputating toes. He’s not even 15, and is wearing a size 13.5 wide. He asked why he only got one pair of sneakers today: because a second pair won’t fit in his closet! (And because that was the only pair in town in his size!) The Girl is starting middle school this year, and is experimenting with her personal style. She tried on everything in the store in her size. Sloooowwwly. I amused myself outside the dressing room by watching glaciers move. I think her grandma wants to take her shopping next time.
Well, that is because your Bill is a real Texan. My Bill, who claims to have been born in Tennessee, refuses to even consider mounting a flame thrower on his truck because he thinks he would have problems registering it next year. I think he was adopted.
We go on motorcycle runs early in the morning to avoid the heat. You can tell the ones who are morning people from those of us who haven’t finished waking up at the start point. The morning people are happy and cheerful and talking and laughing. The rest of us are huddled in a different part of the parking lot, quietly sucking up coffee and checking the fluid levels on our machines. If the morning people start to get too close, we start our bikes to drown them out.
This is something that is bothering me. I’m getting married in Houston. I want to send invitations to all of my Arizona friends, but I certainly don’t expect them to take time off work and fly there. I also don’t want them to feel slighted if I don’t send them invitations.
I’m having a reception here as well as the traditional one after the wedding in Houston. Now, I’m afraid that people will think I’m doing a gift grab, when I certainly don’t want anything except for my friends to enjoy the party. The only thing I can think of to do is to give my attendants my guest list and ask them to tell people for me.
I’d guess that your friends had the same dilema.
Its monsoon season here. We had a wonderous storm on Saturday. It cooled down nicely. Of course, it was 90 something when I got up on Sunday, and just got hotter. Sauna anyone?
See, that’s the mistake (haha) too many people make about Minnesota. It’s not just the land of 10,000 (15,000+) lakes, but of hundreds of thousands of ponds and swamps. Eagan where I live is 35 square miles and they say there are roughly 1,000 ponds in the city, besides the several small lakes.
We are the fucking bayou, just at the other end of the Mississippi.
If the new resturant we went to Monday night is going to be hosting the Coach’s Show when hockey season starts, I hope they hire some more help and maybe better cooks. We had almost 30 people there Monday night - with one waitress. And the manager couldn’t be assed to come our from behind the bar to help out. I ordered fried mushrooms - easy peasy, right? Remove frozen mushrooms from bag, separate clumps, toss in fryer - oh wait! You forgot the “separate clumps” part. I bit into a mushroom to get a mouthful of uncooked batter. Yuck. Off my bill, thanks! By the time my wings got to the table they were not even approaching warm. And our group doesn’t drink alcohol but we will drink you out of iced tea - make extra. Lots extra. Matter of fact, if they get on the lineup for the Coach’s Show, I may stop by and tell them that. I’d much rather go to A.J.'s.
I think your group should have warned them first. I ride with a crowd and one of the things we always do is warn the places first. If the new place wasn’t used to a crowd like that, the cooks were probably panicing. No excuse for the manager not helping, though.
One time, we were moving about 100 bikers from here to there, and I got to the lunch stop early to help with parking. The place was dead, only a couple of barfly’s hanging around. One of them looked around and counted out loud, “The manager is here, both waitresses, 2 bartenders and the bouncer at 11 in the morning. Should I be worried?” The bartender looked at the clock, then at me and told him that he should order 2 drinks right away.
Merck does not sell weapons-grade hot sauce. They do, however, sell sulphuric acid. The difference is mainly in the sourcing.
Shit, I am a morning person and I would have wanted to smack that one, too…
I could be happy to get invited to a wedding that’s part of an event people will be attending anyway (“and in this year’s RenFest, Carol and John will get married (for real, legally and stuff, it’s not a mock wedding)”), but I don’t get the interest in sharing the honeymoon with a hundred people.
That’s a completely different animal. Nowadays it’s very common to have couples which are from different places, so one or the other side will have to travel. In a destination wedding, everybody has to travel, and I’ve known some where the location wasn’t even a place the couple knew and loved: it was a place they’d picked out of a travel agent’s brochure.
What you’re doing, and if you don’t stop beating yourself over it I’ll come and… wait, she’s got Tony, and feral cats, and Bill, and burly Marine bikers… and yell at you in Spanish. A lot. Loudly. With lots of cursing, and K and J sounds. And finger wagging. Anyway, what you’re doing is include everybody, and make it possible for everybody to join in your joy without having to travel. I’ve got a valid passport, woman, don’t make me use it!
I would be delighted to be invited to flatlined bachelorette party!
I agree, we may not have given then enough notice; we only called in about 2 hours before we started to arrive.
flatlined, if you need a fat, old redhead for your wedding party, I’ll even bring kittens!
She was AWFUL. She would wake up every morning and sing “It’s mooorrrning! Wake uppppp!” I wanted to smack her.
:eek: Is the groom handsome? Do I get a crack at him? Then maybe I’ll go.
No, that’s not a “destination wedding,” at least in the sense we use around here.
Say Anne grew up in Texas, and Bob grew up in Maine, and they met and became a couple during college in Florida, and lately they’ve been living in New York.
They can decide to get married some place close to her family home, or his, or in New York where their current friends are, and maybe even back at good ole Florida U. if they have a ton of friends still there.
All of those choices are fine and dandy, no one can complain. Well, okay, people WILL, but not over it being a destination wedding.
A destination wedding is when the couple goes: Hmm! I’ve always wanted to visit Hawaii/Mexico/Thailand/Antarctica. Let’s have our wedding on a beach there: we can save all the money we’d have to spend on a location/flowers/whatever AND we’ll be right there for our honeymoon. Score!
Blithely ignoring the fact that they have just imposed greatly greater time/money/inconvenience costs on those who attend. Hey, who wouldn’t enjoy a trip to Hawaii/Mexico/Thailand/Antarctica?
I remember some co-workers who didn;t make jack deciding to have an event wedding on a beach in Jamaica, paid for by her parents. Invited I think somewhere around 100 people.
With the clear instructions that they all had to leave the day after the wedding so that the happy couple could enjoy the rest of their Honeymoon alone.
Yay! Invite us all to come to a completely different country to celebrate your wedding. Then tell us all when we have to leave.
As I recall, they were rather disappointed with the turnout…
ARGRGH, please remove the word ‘Basically’ from the English language! You don’t have to begin every sentence with it. It isn’t a power word. It doesn’t add value or help understanding to what we are trying to accomplish.
The next time someone says to me, “well basically” I want to reply, “yes, we know the basics, we are trying to get the advanced details now.” and throw in an mmmmkay just to be irritating back 