God-friggin-damn-it. It’s a long story, but I accidentally told my mother that my sister was working, and my sister didn’t want my mother to know. (I know it sounds weird for me to say something like that, but it’s a complicated story.)
Also, if I had lots of money, I’d pay good money for someone to develop a Facebook app that blocks both stupid quizzes and Minions pictures. I mean, today some of my friends did a stupid “What Minion Are You?” quiz. ARRGH
Well . . . don’t leave us hanging…
I’m the yellow one.
I wish I could go back and slap some sense into my 15 year old self and tell him to stop coasting, stop drinking, develop some good study habits and make sure to get into a good university and get a useful degree.
The perennial enemy of all Dopers have returned. My groundhogs have apparently had a successful breeding season. Just looked out on the porch and there was an adorable baby woodchuck chewing on what I can only surmise to be the top of one of my sunflowers. Immediately behind it, another cute baby groundhog. And, off in the grass? Yes, a third. So assuming that Mom and Dad are still around, that’s five of the little bastards that are going to be destroying my garden this year.
Where are the red-tailed hawks when you need one?
Yeah, our road has a dark end too. We get a few bits of trash in our yard - the occasional soda bottle or plastic bag, but it’s not too terrible. That’s because the really trashy folks (in every sense of that pejorative) dump their litter on the other end of our dirt road. Today there was a motherfucking twin mattress there. In the middle of the damned road. Less than a mile away from the county tip/recycling center!
There’s usually a good collection of beer bottles/cans, etc. down there, too - I suspect that the local kids get rid of the evidence before heading home at night. But the folks who dump large garbage there probably go to the dump and find it’s closed, or learn that you have to be a resident of the county to use the station (local tag, ID showing local address, etc.) So instead, they litter my damned road. Assholes.
In other news: The Saga of the Spare Folks Living in my Home may be nearing an end. Mom is essentially forcing Daughter to go live with her dad, because Daughter dared to contact Dad. Mom says she’s moving out when Daughter leaves. I wish there were a realistic way to keep Daughter here - she’s doing really well in school, well-adjusted socially, etc. - but that’s not feasible. Not sorry to see Crazy Mom go, even though I’ll worry about her. (She’s making noises like she has nothing to live for now. I honestly wouldn’t be shocked if she does something dramatic, but I honestly can’t think of a way to stop her. Maybe Tony has a notion…)
But it will be kind of nice for the little girls to have their bedroom back, rather than bunking in what was supposed to be their playroom. And it will be nice to be able to keep a bathroom clean, in case of company.
If it makes you feel any better, I know exactly what you mean about the sis-doesn’t-want-mom-to-know dynamic. I mean, I don’t know the nitty-gritty details of yall’s business or anything, but I’ve been there, yanno? Anyway, all I meant was, it didn’t sound the least bit weird to me.
Spill it. Your sister’s got a job as a stripper or something, right? 
Oh, well played.
Okay, I have to rescind my rant about the IRS. After trying to call them very day for four days and getting their “due to high call volume, we are unable to answer your call,” message, I got the bright idea to see if there was a local office in my town. Yes, just a few blocks from me (but with extremely well-hidden signage, which I suspect is for security purposes). I went in yesterday, prepared to wait however long it took to get the problem resolved. I was in and out, with the situation taken care of, in less than five minutes! The lady was friendly, helpful and knowledgeable. I still hate their automated phone system, though.
Decent employees*, crappy budget. Blame Congress.
- most of them, anyway.
due to a mild winter the groundhog/squirrel/woodchuck, crunchy predator snacks are all over the place , the wild area of our property had little piles of mud and holes everywhere.
However the red tail hawks are circling and the foxes who live up back probably have so well fed cubs, so the strawberries may survive.
I’m still mad about that size being discontinued, too. I had my Mt. Dew intake nicely calibrated, and then I got thrown right off the track. :mad:
Lucky! I’m the obnoxious one 
Oh hello summer. Nice to meet you after about two weeks of spring. Because the seasons around here are apparently snow, more snow, freezing, rain, rain, rain, late season snow, a short spell of perfect weather and then I can’t sleep because I forgot to put in the air conditioner.
Weather’s wacky here, too. Got up to 90 Wednesday early afternoon, and by 4pm it dropped to 73 by the lake. Yesterday and today it’s been in the 50’s by the lake (which is where I live and work, so, chilly!). I’ve been sleeping like a rock, at least!
The last two weeks have been a case of “spring has sprung and temperatures are springing up and down”; this area tends to fall under “if you don’t like the weather just wait fifteen minutes” anyway, but the swings were more radical than usual. Yesterday was “is it OK to come to work in short shorts?” weather.
Let’s see what happens today…
Don’t switch communication methods mid-conversation!
If I’m emailing you, reply by email please. Don’t switch to text messages (SMS’s or whatever you call them).
Yes, I know you assume I’m emailing you from my phone. You’re wrong. I’m at my laptop, and my phone was in another room charging, where I found your reply two hours later. Fuck’s sake.
I have never seen a 24oz bottle. 20oz is the norm. Of course, when one local supermarket had 2 liter Diet Ginger Ale for 79 cents when you got 10, I quickly located the 9 nearest locations…
Wait, you bought 200 LITERS of Diet Ginger Ale???
:eek:
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3 of the 5 shelves in the downstairs fridge are filled with guess what?