Oh, a hundred degrees was it?
I took my bike out at 11pm when it had cooled to around 100. When I got home I took off my jacket and noticed it was soaking wet and about 10lbs heavy. I forgot to take the liner out :smack:
We aren’t used to this sort of thing. No AC! :eek:
Zing!
Ok, now I’m a little sorry for gloating. But keep in mind, I’m in Wisfuckingcoldsconsin. This idyllic month is sandwiched between glare ice and walk-outside-into-a-hot-washcloth-with-mosquitos weather.
Friday, it stank a little bit in the hall outside my apartment.
Saturday, it was hot and in full blown “pile of used diapers in the sun” horrible in the hall. I was out there spraying Lysol when I did laundry and blocking my door cracks with towels.
Sunday, more horrible. I was suspecting that the family across the hall from me was involved in a murder-suicide or something, because there was no activity and the stench was overwhelming.
Yesterday, I worked from home. When I went to the grocery store over lunch, the maintenance person knocked on my door. No answer, so they called me. Unfortunately, at the time I was walking up the stairs with my arms full of groceries and couldn’t grab the phone. After listening to the voicemail, I walked down to the office. The three women there were very relieved to see that I was still alive and it wasn’t my rotting corpse causing the stench. They said the people across from me were on vacation for several weeks, so they didn’t think it was them.
Maintenance person went into the apartment about an hour later.
The people there had emptied all of the old food out of their fridge and shut it off before leaving.
Then left the open, full garbage can sitting in the kitchen.
:smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack:
My husband decided to rearrange our bedroom on Saturday while I was out running errands. (I knew he was going to.)
He didn’t clean it or anything. Just moved the furniture and stuff around. Now I have to crawl over the bed to get in because there’s a bookshelf between my side and the wall. Nothing on the shelf has been read in at least five years but he loathes the idea of getting rid of books. So now on my day off I get to shovel out the laundry and assorted crap that’s in the way so I can get up to pee in the middle of the night without tripping.
Doctor says she wants to sterilize dental instruments and start doing dentals on Thursday. Did anyone bother to run the autoclave over the weekend to make sure it’s working properly after sitting idle for four months? Of course not! That would be, like, thinking ahead or something! So I’m running a cycle at midnight, hoping for the best, the night before the stupid thing is needed. Like I can get anything fixed if there’s a problem. Thanks, geniuses!
Good luck.
Speaking as former laboratory equipment maintenance tech, autoclaves are a pretty stupid piece of equipment (“stupid” meaning they’re not very sophisticated, and there’s not a lot that can go wrong with them, operationally speaking; not that it doesn’t make sense to have them). Hope the door seal is intact!
Fucking anxiety and its little sister, trichotillomania or however the fuck the little shit is spelled. I have <stealth brag warning> long, thick, wavy caramel colored hair. Except the “thick” part is diminishing alarmingly and there’s a really thin spot on the right side of my scalp where it’s easiest to reach mindlessly, and goddamn but it’s really difficult to kick bad habits when you literally carry the trigger around with you all day. It’s not like I can go to rehab to get away from my hair dealer.
I saw a woman a few weeks ago with what looked like naturally thinning hair (I could see her scalp) and was horrified to realize I’m gonna look just like that but I’m DOING THIS TO MYSELF.
Would braiding it help?
But I thought that YOU were taking it out.
Glad that the problem resolved with no bodies.
Pressure was 4 pounds short, temperature also short. Door gasket looks crappy, interior looks like hasn’t been cleaned in 100 uses. Didn’t stick around to check the hot pack for an OK interior sterilization strip, left instructions to check and try another cycle at 45 minutes if not OK. Could limp with it on longer cycles until new gasket arrives next week. Maybe.
sigh
Have you seen a doctor? It’s treatable, at least according to Google. I hope you’re able to find some help.
I lost about two-thirds of my hair when I had cancer two years ago. It’s STILL growing in (slow going but at least it is). Hair loss issues are devastating no matter the cause!
Hugs, hugs and one of those corny Facebook hearts.
I didn’t read if anyone replied to you, but sell your dog to me. Simple fix: I will train him. I’m UP FOR THE TASK at hand and PREPARED to take CARE of him.
“Just fill in the application online, it’s quick and easy!”
Half an hour later: error error error Please try again later We have not saved your progress, so you will have to do it all again from the start
This morning I found out one of my neighbors thinks 5:30am on a weekday is an acceptable time for lawn mowing. :mad: No it most certainly is not an acceptable fucking time. Nor was starting to mow at 9pm the night before, but at least that was more weird than rage inducing (also it didn’t last long).
I know it’s a tired joke at this point, but I wish I could be as bad at my job as meteorologists and still stay employed. I had to chuckle when the NWS groused at Accuweather making 90-day forecasts, saying its useless to try to predict anything more than 10 days out. Yet they can’t even be even remotely accurate when they try to predict the next 8 hours. look, I know you rely on models to try to predict what’s going to happen, but if in the space of 30 minutes your model changes from an 80% chance of rain to a 10% chance, your models just plain suck.
Another Science Channel rant. They’ve got a new show called “How to Build Everything”. Which sucks. To give you the idea of the level of detail that they cover things, they included cruise ships, Apache helicopters, and something else in the first episode. So, it’s not really how to build anything, except in the sense of the old Steve Martin routine, “How to make a million tax free dollars” (first, make a million dollars. Then, don’t pay taxes.) The narration is by a team of terminally hip douchebags, each speaking in 30 second sound bites in pointlessly artsy locations (like the middle of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse).
So, basically, science and engineering aimed at the lowest common denominator, thirty second attention span demographic which isn’t, per se, a bad thing. Just annoying and disappointing. But when they covered 1/5 the screen with an insurance company advertisement popup, that’s when I noped out of there. Channel logo “bugs” are annoying enough. But this kind of bullshit has to be nipped in the bud.
Warning: Disjointed rambling ahead:
Going to an intense marriage therapy weekend starting Friday. Really NOT looking forward to telling DH that I have changed my mind and I do care if he sleeps with other women. When he asked a few months ago, I told him I could handle it if he thought it was the only way he could stay married to me. (I’m on meds that wreck my libido. I don’t say no to sex, but it never occurs to me to initiate it. And apparently I am not good at it anymore).
I have started a different thyroid med, but we’re still trying to get the dosage dialed in. So I am exhausted all of the time. And sleeping 9-11 hours some days.
And I know this is trivial, but DH wore a suit to work today. He usually wears good jeans and a polo shirt. He’s a psychologist, so a suit is sometimes appropriate, but we live in a rural area and most clients are more comfortable with casual clothes. I mentioned the suit this morning hoping he’d say he had a hearing or a meeting or anything to explain it, but he said he ‘just felt like it.’ I keep thinking he’s probably meeting with a lawyer and is going to screw me over in a divorce. I know I’m wrong-- it just feels like a mind game thing.
I believe he would try to screw me over in a divorce, but I don’t think he’d bother two days before the marriage retreat. It’s pre-paid and he’s too cheap to cancel.
The only good thing is that Lil Andrew is spending a few weeks with the grandparents out of state.
I have really thin curly hair and those cute little decorative combs literally will not stay in my hair. A million types of clips won’t. They just fall out. All clips are made for thick hair. I need barrettes! But that means a ton of nice hair styles are off limits for me.
Woe is me. 