Someone spare me from fellow mums at nursery school. I posted a reminder about an upcoming party on the FB page to be helpful, the head of PTA replied with conflicting info, then snarked at me when I asked when that had been announced (it wasn’t in the newsletters or emails, I’d checked. I remember staring at the noticeboard while waiting for doors to open today, and it wasn’t there either, so drop the attitude bitch. And if you knew, why hadn’t you volunteered it to the group before now?)
Still, I only have this week and next before nursery breaks up for the summer.
And then I’ll have fellow school mums[1] to deal with in August
And apparently annoy the piss out of your neighbors.
I hate loud pipes, for the record. They are just a way of being obnoxious. But I never despised them the way I do until now.
My neighbor has a bike. It is a Harley and it is obnoxiously loud. But he doesn’t just drive it around, oh no. He sits in his driveway and revs it, for 20-30 minutes at a time.
What is he doing? No one knows. I can’t see him, because there is a hedge and a fence between us, but I have seen his bike before. I don’t know why he revs it. And revs it. and revs it. Does he care about the time? Nope. 6:30 am? Time for revving! 8:15 pm? Time for revving? Going out at 10:30 pm? Must rev it first! Then gun it all the way out of the neighborhood!
I have a neighbour who does the same thing. In a late 2000s Pontiac Grand Prix. I think he’s just sitting in there touching himself. Just revs and revs and revs it. Yes, it’s very throaty. Now go drive the fucking thing somewhere!
Ugh. We used to live on a little two-block long street that had a bar on one end. Every goddamned night the jackanapes and their Harleys would sit there and rev their engines and then jam the throttle for 2.4 seconds before it was time to hit the brakes to stop at the end of the road.
I would go glue firecrackers to his exhaust pipes.
I’ve been wanting to see them for years now and this was my first chance - I had tickets for this coming Saturday, hotel booked and everything. Now I don’t know when I’ll get the chance next.
I can’t even be mad at him - sometimes, shit happens. I just hope he gets better soon.
Just FYI, thyroid meds for cats are now available as a rub-on (you rub it on their ear and it’s absorbed through the skin) so no pilling is needed. However, some vets do not seem to know about this so be sure to either push a little or find a new vet.
A nearby sheriff was killed today in a wreck during a high speed chase. I had only a brief acquaintance with him, but I’m having horrible flashbacks - I met the sheriff when my own husband was injured in a car wreck and was still in the hospital. This sheriff also did a lot to help when another law enforcement friend had a complete mental breakdown - a situation that truly should have ended with the death of that friend instead ended with friend getting the help he needed. He was a good man, and the world is a slightly worse place without him.
And two old friends have died in the past two days - one after a long battle with illness, one from an accidental shooting. All three of these deaths have been people in their forties. Mortality sucks…
Oh god! Girl 2.0 participated in TSOM in the first grade, and I still get those songs stuck in my head! (She’s an upcoming high school freshman.) I think there should be a statute of limitations on earworms, no?
The Fellow has had those garden hose-sized needles in his back a few times. The otherwise-pleasant doctor who does that procedure absolutely delights in showing Tony the needle first. I find it funny, because Dr. C is almost comically nice, cheerful, etc., but he does love to help folks wig out over the needle!
If you have the procedure and board the cat (because of my allergies,) you can come recuperate at my house. I’m at the point where one more doesn’t really make a big difference!
Nothing like the mayhem in the 90’s, but at least 50 broken windows along Clark Street, and listening to the chaos on the police scanners, police asking for help and additional units in a couple areas, having to use dozens of horses to get the crowds to move along, a call from El Jardin they needed a pickup of a nonpaying customer - I don’t even know how long they had to hold him because police could not get a vehicle there at all, lots of calls from people with strangers on their porches and attempted break-ins. Clark buses diverted - and at that time of night it’s just locals like me just trying to get the hell home from work mostly. I stopped listening around 2am.
Um…except what are you supposed to do when you have only one lingerie bag and it’s already in use?
Turned out that I didn’t lose anything in this round of wash. Whew! I do use a lingerie bag for bras and other delicates…for some reason it’s never dawned on me to use it for socks. Seriously.
