Thanks burundi, I will tell her about these things. She didn’t stay mad very long, I guess that proves we are indeed VERY good friends. 
I make kick-ass chicken and dumplings. I can see them being a very iffy food to order from a cafeteria, though.
I am totally becoming one of those cranks. But why the hell do kids have to walk over my lawn on their way home from school? The sidewalk runs parallel to my lawn - they have to go out of their way to traipse over it. I’ve got newly planted stuff and little borders and things all over the place that you can’t see under the snow. Just stay offa my lawn!
I pit myself for being stupid enough to believe that anything I did would be enough and that I had a real chance to succeed in my dreams.
Stupid me.
That sounds like a whole 'nother thread, pepper.
My furniture related rant - I just bought a new medicine cabinet for the bathroom. It should have fit the hole from the previous one quite nicely (I measured and everything). I get it home and it’s swimming in the hole. I must be missing something here - who the heck measures medicine cabinets by the outside diameter of the mirror, rather than the cabinet part that goes in the hole in the wall? Now I have to take it back and physically measure all the other cabinets there, so that I can find one to fit the hole in my bathroom wall. (Okay, this really is a minor rant.)
I pit urinary tract infections. If you have ever had one, you know what I mean.
I have 5 pieces of Ikea furniture in my living room that I need to assemble. I suspect I’ll be back here to speak to that in the near future.
My kittens (Juliet and Daniel) for pulling the pile out of the bathroom rugs and chewing on them. Apparently coating the things in bitter apple doesn’t help. sigh
Daniel, jumping up on the counter to bat all the fun rolly things off is NOT KOSHER. You know that already, especially when I hit the bathroom last morning and ended up nearly stepping on the hot water bottle stopper. Or when I found the chewed up remains of the latex makeup sponge from the tin of foundation that I left open by mistake. You, my feline friend, are a thirteen-pound dork.
**scout1222 ** – that reminds me. I pit the manufacturer of my shoe rack for giving me a pile of those plastic plugs that get hammered into assembly-required furniture to cover up the screw holes. Unfortunately, the plastic that goes into these plugs is of a hardness that requires, apparently, snapping off the prongs on the plugs to get anywhere near getting the things to go in. This defeats the purpose of having the plugs stay put. All they’re good for is cat toys. :smack:
I have an old rant and an older rant:
3 1/2 years ago, on our honeymoon, we stopped by the Royal Tyrell (dinosaur) Museum in Drumheller, Alberta. I bought a wooden Tyrannosaurus Rex model at the gift shop so I could put it together when I got home. Imagine my frustration when I discovered that none of the pieces would fit because the slots were all too narrow. Did I mention I live in California?
A few years before that, I was putting together a desk for our new computer. It was an L-shaped corner desk with a cabinet for a tower case, which seemed to be perfect but for a few minor details:
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[li]The holes on half of the desktop were drilled in the wrong places, so I had to redo them.[/li][li]The computer cabinet didn’t include any holes to run cables through, so I had to get a hole saw and make one.[/li][li]Apparently the designers (I use the term loosely) never thought the owner might want to move the desk at some point, so the instructions called for everything to be glued down. I had to figure out which parts could be left unglued without weakening the desk.[/li][li]I have nothing to add here, but bullets are fun! Wheeeeee![/li][/ul]