Y’all have heard me post about my pair of Siamese siblings. New to their repetoire of ways to drive me batshit; they like to stay in the beams in my living room. It’s their personal space highway. Recently they have decided jumping from these high beams and landing dangerously close to my head on the back of my arm chair, is a fun thing to do. They always choose a nice quiet time and BOOM! here they come flying through the air in a flurry of hair and meows. Nearly giving me a stroke. Every dang time. Aaaaccckkk.
I used to have a cat tree in my bedroom. When Dot lived here, her manner of waking me up was climb to the top and divebomb my pillow. Where my head would be. Sometimes she would miss the pillow and I would get all 10 pounds of furball on my head.
After she moved in with my daughter, Mayme took over wake up duties. She’s 18 pounds and a klutzy cat. The cat tree was removed.
STILL getting the same run around. Just shoot me already!!!
One of these days there will be a joke thread and no one will feel compelled to post (for the thousandth time) “What’s brown and sticky?”
Dare I hope for such a day??
I give up. What is brown and sticky?
Poop.
This is an IRS issue, yes? As such, you are at the mercy of their horrible phone queue and runaround, yes? For over a week.
And if you don’t diligently jump through their hoops for … a long time, you will be in trouble with the tax man.
Isn’t this precisely the kind of situation that our congresspeople can help out with?
It seems that whenever I had a friend encounter some governmental bureaucracy indigestion, a call to their congressman seemed to sort it out post haste.
A stick!
Apparently historic rainfall data is so secret that it is locked up in some CIA vault. Oh, you can get aggregate data. Or maps that show the entire US. But a simple database with rainfall data by station and date?? You must be a Russki spy!:mad:
After endless digging I thought I had found it. Turns out it stops in 2013. What, no one has figured out how to add data for 5 1/2 years??:smack:
I liked Ludovic’s answer better.
I agree, and FairyChatMom made the same suggestion. I’m not in the US, but here in Canada I’ve gone to the offices of both my federal and provincial member of Parliament to sort out two different issues with the federal and provincial governments respectively, both with excellent results. Never actually saw the Honorable Member himself/herself but the staff were extremely helpful. It’s truly amazing how civil servants instantly change their attitude from “what you want is impossible, fuck you” to “certainly we can do what you need, no problem!” when they get a letter or fax from an elected official with power over them. You’re not going to get anywhere if you’re just whining and wasting their time, but if you have a good case (and sounds like you do, Typo Negative), you’ll probably get results.
A brown crayon someone left on the heater.
A stick. Duh!
What’s brown and rhymes with Snoop?
Well, it could be David Guetta or Dr. Dre, but I’m going with…
Martha Stewart.
(I’m sure they’ve sung along in the kitchen together while covered in cocoa powder…)
And as a bona fide actual Dad, I’m obligated to pick the most unhip answer.
Owwww.
Owwww.
Owwwww.
Tripping and catching your entire weight on a curb right under your ribcage sucks. Getting the hiccups with a couple bruised ribs and diaphragm really fucking sucks. :mad:
I’m a little peeved that I wasted a perfectly good acrostic on this crowd. 
I have a cold. It’s settled into my chest.
There. My public whining is done. 
(Actually, compared to the hay fever that afflicts me from spring through fall, this ain’t so bad. I just rarely get colds. Like, once every five years or so.
I wonder, sometimes, if there’s a connection. As in, do I have an overly-active immune system that attacks…everything I breathe, basically? Does that make me more resistant to the various upper-respiratory infections that most folks seem to get more often than I?)
Join the club. I think it was a month or few ago, in a different thread, but hey acrostics are not only fun, they’re also in the Bible.
I live in central New Hampshire and I must say I’m glad that the local motorcycle rally (The Laconia Motorcycle Week) is finally over. I’ve had more close calls getting into accidents than I’ve had for the rest of the year.(and that includes the crappy NH winter). Most notably:
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I was doing 5 over the speed limit and had a group of 3 bikers illegally pass me on a double yellow.
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I was doing the speed limit on a state highway and a biker decided to illegally pass me and the car in front on the right in the breakdown lane.
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I lost count of how many bikers would abruptly take turns without signaling.
I know, I know not all bikers are like this but The Rally is so popular it’s going to attract thousands of people and some of them are bound to be idiots(if not outright A–holes).
So Manafort isn’t going to stay at The Rikers Inn and Suites.
This has me disturbingly upset.