I haven’t been sick all winter. My husband, my daughter, and my mother all have, but I haven’t. Until around this past Sunday. I started having huge amounts of drainage, and hacking up big balls of phlegm (band name?). I’ve been treating symptoms with sudafed, musinex, etc. Today, I have laryngitis. I feel ok (other than a little tired), but I have no voice.
I am also going out of town as of tomorrow, to a once-a-year gathering. The next one is probably not going to be within driving distance, so I am going to this one. I would just like to have my voice.
(I’m pretty sure I’m not contagious anymore, and I have a hotel room by myself, so I’m not worried about spreading the plague.)
Carrying a large empty box downstairs this morning to put out with the trash, managed to miss the bottom-most step, and went sprawling. No major damage, but now my left shoulder, left foot, and right knee are all sore.
I’m pitting myself for (a) being clumsy enough to have done this in the first place and (b) for being stupid enough to decide to take the large box downstairs and outside when I was the only one in the house at the time. If I’d really hurt myself in the fall I’d have been in trouble as my cell phone was upstairs charging at the time.
My husband thinks I’m a little crazy (and he’s mostly right), but I know how many steps are between each level of our split level house. 7 from the basement to the laundry room, 8 from the laundry room to the main level and 7 from the main level to the upstairs. I almost never miss a step, he misses the last step while carrying things at leas 4 times a year. I’ve counted.
My husband does… now. Everytime he goes into the basement with something in his hands now he repeats, 13 steps, 13 steps. He has fallen three times in the year we’ve lived here, and is still having tailbone pain from the fall at Christmas time.
Aww, hell. One of my more conservative FB friends posted the same thing - squinting at the thumbnail, I missed the Toys’r’Us aspect.
I won’t un-friend him, though. I know he’s started drinking the Fox News Kool-Aid. I had a big crush on him in college – a much stupider and more impulsive version of me could have torpedoed my marriage to my late husband over it – so I keep him around my feed as a reminder, not so much of “what could have been” (you have to say it with dreamy sighs, and somehow add sparkles and unicorn farts to the words, to get the proper effect) but as more of a reminder/warning to myself.
That said, I may have to dig up his post and give him some shit about it. Maybe imply that he plays with dolls and is therefore less manly.
See? Potheads aren’t always the lazy, unmotivated slackers the stereotype portrays.
Simple translation error on your part. “This is on you” actually means “I’m MAKING this unfortunate outcome your fault.” Consider it a declaration of intent on the part of the speaker.
I had a similar :eek: realization when I first lived alone, no roommate for the 1st time, in college. My foot momentarily slipped a bit in the shower, and I had a scary vision of what would happen if I fell, hit my head … lay unconscious in the tub for a while … shower water still running over my face … crappy drain meant a few inches always accumulated while the water ran …
Counted … the steps? Or the number of times your husband lost another quarrel with gravity?
Wonder if these people would have been quick to respond with the old “they’re not dolls, they’re action figures!!!1!!” comeback.
I was carrying two boxes full of shredded paper down the stairs once when I lost my footing…the top box tumbled onto a bookcase near the foot of the stairs, knocking over a lamp that scraped against the wall before coming to rest next to a small vase, which rolled off the shelf and onto the hardwood floor. :eek: The wall received some ugly black marks from the glass lamp shade, which cracked spectacularly yet remained intact. The vase survived the impact, amazingly. The floor was slightly scuffed.
Many years ago, a family friend set her credit card on one of those magnetic pads you used to see at the checkouts in electronics stores…this wiped the strip. I’m not sure why she didn’t request a replacement, but she continued using it until it expired, forcing merchants to enter the number. So many were confused by the concept!
The local merchant whose chip reader works is a wine and beer supplier. Priorities!
I’ve found that screaming “FUCK YOU, YOU UNHOLY PIECE OF SHIT” seems to work just fine. If you’re using a computer that has been locked down by an administrator (like a work computer), it’s still possible to install Chrome…you can’t set it as your default browser, but otherwise it works fine.
My mom put a magnet in her purse once and wiped out her credit cards. This was back in the mid 90’s though, so some merchants still had one of those carbon copy credit card machines under the counter still. I miss those things. They made a nice KA-CHUNK sound.
Dear friends who obviously don’t do any sort of crafts,
I am so amused at your outrage that Hobby Lobby has undecorated Christmas-type wreaths on their shelves in June. This is not the same as Target putting up Christmas decorations before Halloween. This is for all the people who actually like to make things and want to give themselves enough time to finish. Perhaps you do not realize that fabric stores have Christmas fabric in stock (wait for it) All year round!
Your vows of boycotting stores like this quite made my day.
Laughingly,
Your friend who is currently knitting a Christmas stocking
I want to find whoever is responsible for the decision to country-lock smartphone apps for two of my banks (which are in different countries…) and mail them a box of horseshit, because that’s what this is.
Why did humans have to be placentals? I found out on Wednesday that Baby Neville has a low-lying placenta. At least it’s not placenta previa, but I’m an anxious sort, and I’m worrying. Also, why do my kids have to implant their placentas so low? Lil’ Neville’s placenta was previa at her 20 week scan, too (it moved up and was normal by the next scan, though, unlike this one). Actually, I’m 33 weeks pregnant now, and I kind of wish humans were descended from troodons and laid eggs. Stupid third trimester. Stupid asteroid. (Yes, Lil’ Neville has had me watching too much Dinosaur Train lately, why do you ask?)
I use Chrome when I can. Unfortunately, my work makes me use some sites that don’t work with it :mad: Otherwise I’d do what I do at home and never touch IE.
Fuck tailbones. Mr. Neville slipped on ice and hurt his some years ago, and I think he still gets pain from it sometimes.
There is a Hobby Lobby kind of near me. The only reason I would ever go in there is if Lil’ Neville or I were having an attack of explosive diarrhea. Actually, I might seek them out in that situation…
The guy i unfreinded brought absolutely nothing to feed. Excepted bigoted bullshit. Just a random guy I went to school with. So no loss in dropping him. I understand why you keep your warning around though. Sometimes we need a reminder of what could ahve been (WITHOUT the dreamy sparkles, but WITH the “danger” signs and hazard symbol )
I am SO very sick of people at work who argue just to argue. Yes, I expect you will step in when I say something wrong. Or if I have X approach you feel Y would be better, let’s talk about it. But for fuck’s sake, must you really pick and pick and pick at each fucking requirement? Really? Or insist that the system works a certain way when at least 5 of us on the call know you’re wrong and have the data to prove it? No one wants to look stupid and most of us don’t like to be wrong in a public forum, but for fuck’s sake, back the fuck down and stop being such an unmitigated douchebag about it. It doesn’t make you look smarter. It makes you an asshole.
Also, I am so disappointed in my neighbors and more than a little concerned. They’ve got 3 kids, two of which are within a year of my 9 year old. I was really excited when they moved in, thinking, “Yay! I hope they’ll be friends,” and they do come over on occasion asking to play with my son. But our households have VERY different parenting styles and I don’t want my son over there that often, especially if I can’t see him.
They are negligent as hell and their kids have HORRIBLE manners. More concerning, they let their 8 year old take care of the 18 month old with no parental supervision (he wasn’t paying attention the other day and she ran into the street so I ran out to retrieve her, which terrifies the hell out of me - a car was coming, and what would’ve happened if no one had noticed and the car hadn’t stopped??). They also let their 8 and 10 year old kids ride their bikes within about a 3-5 mile radius of their house alone; they let them play Mortal Kombat, which is way, way more violent a video game than I would ever agree to let a kid watch (I think it’s rated MA - it shows really detailed, violent depictions of people being slaughtered); and they often leave all three kids home alone for hours on end. The kids have terrible manners and a tendency to simply waltz into a friend’s house and to start issuing commands to the first adult they see (without introducing themselves or asking or explaining what they’re doing), “Hey, open the garage. I’m taking the scooter.”
What the hell is that about?? Maybe I’m letting myself get a case of the vapors over nothing, but I can’t be cool with that at all.
