Why the fuck can’t tenants just clean the fucking apt. they’re leaving?? I gave you 10 extra days, and there is still shit everywhere, and I even said don’t clean the floors or bathroom, we’re tearing the bathroom out. I need the kitchen cabinets interiors cleaned ready to paint, stove and reefer and interior windows only. I charge a very fair $20 and hour if you don’t, coming out of your deposit.
That $20 applies to my time disposing of your crap as well, so all those car parts in the shop? Heavy? 1 at a time to throw out, it’s gonna cost you. And then they whine like little bitches and threaten legal action. Hey, my attorney is bigger than yours, so STFU and do what you said you’d do.
I know people hate landlords, but honest to og, we’d LOVE to give your deposit back, we rather have a clean ready to rehab unit than fuck around with you.
When people ask my age, I just say “plenty-nine.”
Just wait 'til you turn 50. I still wonder how I got this frickin old.
Yeah, I turn 56 this month and I’m kinda feeling inside like I’m digging in my heels and going “wait, wait! Can I stop now?”
Just finished cleaning up the results of my mom running a full load of dust rags through a dryer cycle with no lint trap. :smack: Fortunately, our dryer is designed with a large grid over the space where the filter slides in place, so no large items could slip through.
Also, I’ve managed to lose the little gasket that goes in the base of my nice garden hose nozzle, and the only spare I could find in the garage was too brittle, so watering was a giant mess. And I still can’t figure out if the neighbor’s cat is terrified of the garden hose, or if he just thinks it’s a giant thing to be attached repeatedly from many angles.
If you quit attaching him to the hose he might not be afraid of it. 
( I kid)
Man, I bought one those hostess snowballs at the checkout in Walmart yesterday. I can’t eat it. My sugar is crazy today. I exercised (well kinda) I ate good protein. No luck. That cupcake is staring a hole in me. I hate being me.
Or the steroids are rearing their head…
Fuck, a baby raccoon in the yard. Please be gone when I get home…
But seriously, he’ll dash up to the hose, pounce, then bite and kick at it a bit. After that, he’ll lay or sit on the hose, then inexplicably jump and run away in what appears to be terror. Then it repeats (especially when someone moves the hose).
Also, he seems to really miss the dead, scratchy branches I removed from the fig bush this last weekend.
I’ve been thinking about this all day – I really hope you manage to post some footage of Cat vs Hose.
Oh, yes those horrible steroids. I took the last of them today. Yay!
I won the battle with the hostess snowball. I had my granddaughters this morning for a bit. I showed it to their Mom and ask could they share it. She said, ok, but they hate coconut. They asked what the pink stuff was, I told them it was made from fluff and cherries. They ate every bit.
These 2 wouldn’t eat cotton candy at the Fair because it looked like Build-a-bear guts. So you see what I have to work with.
I’ve got a notebook where I write down recipes I get online. It’s a mess because the notebook was initially used for something else, so the recipes themselves aren’t in any kind of order. I also have a cookbook collection (maybe 150+ books?) but it’s interesting I haven’t looked at many of them these past few years. Hmm.
I still have my mother’s index card recipe box 
What’s been irritating the fuck out of me lately is common online fashion/clothing/shoes vendors emailing me 15 minutes after I’ve put something in my shopping cart for consideration, telling me what great taste I have and that I shouldn’t wait a moment longer, lest they run out of my size.
Fuck right off.
Worse are the ones that force you to put something in your shopping cart to see the price, then after you delete it, email you a few hours later with “be sure to complete your purchase,” forcing you to go back and make sure you really deleted it and it’s not going to be shipped to you against your wishes.
Which reminds me: if you guys can stop Amazon from recommending me purchases of stuff I already bought from them, that would be nice. It’s not even the same book in a different format, it’s the exact same item. No, I don’t want 15 copies of the same computer monitor, I’m not an IT manager!
The stupidest part of on-line advertising.
“Hey, you just bought a chair. Maybe you’d like these other chairs too!”
Nah, I’d like you to stop asking me about chairs. I got the one I needed.
I still get ads for the zillion dollar BMW I searched for and bought online two years ago. Nope, don’t need a twinset, thanks. Online marketers should figure out how to put a kibosh on durable good advertising until the item is at least four or five years old.
I’ve spent a week buying and returning and buying crap in order to get my car video cam mounted and working. I should have just sucked it up and bought the expensive GoPro camera that came with everything I need, I lost money trying to save money.
I walk to shopping a lot, so I use a backpack. A store I frequent wants me to leave my backpack at the counter now. I do not want to do this. My backpack is my purse - to start with, they don’t ask women to leave their purses at the counter, and some purses are as big as my backpack, and it has all my personal, sensitive stuff in it - I’m not inclined to either leave all that stuff with strangers, or walk around the store with all this stuff in my hands. I assume they are making this demand because of shoplifting, but I don’t have to like it, and I don’t have to participate in it.
Get a clear backpack. No, no you shouldn’t have to do that. That is just wrong. I don’t carry a bag anymore anywhere cause it’s just how I am. But you should be able to. Boycott that place.