An anecdote that illustrates the superiority of the divine female intellect over that of the brutish male.
I purchased two powerheads, small pumps with propellers, suitably shielded, that move water about the aquarium. “What did you buy?”, asked Mrs. Plant (v.3.0) interested in our hobby, and concerned for the safety of the household. I said, “Powerheads”, and was reading to her from the hilariously horribly translated manual.
“Please make sure that there are no sands in the pump before it works, otherwise it will destroy the spare parts badly…As the influence of the magnetism, magnets will cause permanent destroy for electrical equipment or other objects. For example, pacemaker, credit card, keys…To avoid the aquariums to be smashed, please don’t put the anode and cathode[sub]1[/sub] together directly when install the magnets”
The in-laws stopped by this morning. I shooed them away quickly - this upper respiratory crud is no joke, and my father in law has health issues from Agent Orange exposure, plus they were going to the airport this evening to pick up my brother in law (who has a chronic illness.)
I was feeling guilty about the lack of hospitality, until I learned this afternoon that this infection put one of my high school classmates in ICU yesterday. It’s bad.
In other news, DaNiece and her boyfriend went and jumped the broom yesterday. We had been planning for an October wedding, but I guess we’ll just plan for a reception. Or whatever they want. We still get to look forward to my brother’s wedding, but I know him - the celebration won’t coincide with any big college football games!
Wrestling with disability folks. They need medical records. Hospital says that they don’t have the release. Release was sent, via fax, with proof of delivery. They should have it. I think I will have to go up there and hand deliver the release. Meanwhile, because they don’t have the records, my leave expires Monday. And no one told me there was an issue until yesterday at 4:51pm, so I couldn’t do anything to address it myself. (I do call my case worker regularly, so I don’t know why the bombshell). There’s no way I can go to work, short of a miracle tomorrow. Just arg.
Mostly today shall be sitting quietly. There is a stack of laundry to put away. We shall see…
Supper was good. A very short but intense storm zipped past. It’s sunny but the temps have dropped, and tomorrow is going to be chilly and windy, but sunny. I’ll be hanging laundry out.
Poor **FCD **is in so much pain. I almost wish they’d do the surgery this week…
Pajama cardinals? The church has really changed its standards since Vatican II!
My hospitalized friend is improving. My mother in law understood my “rudeness” this morning. And my darling husband finally grasped that, no, this hasn’t just been a bad allergy season. (How has he not noticed that I’ve been sick for a month, and that the baby has coughed so much that she puked, several nights this week?!)
Oh god, you got that too? I just finally got over mine after a solid week. hugs and orange juice It gets better. Eventually. A neti pot or nasal spray will help.
Seasonal (Irish Storyteller’s fiancee) made two pineapple upside-down cakes. The first one we ate plain, the second one is in the fridge soaking in a lemon rum glaze. Mmmm, cake.
I have the place to myself for an unknown length of time before I need to go fetch DH (he’s taking pictures at a former co-irker’s daughter’s quinceañera party), currently trying to decide between butter pecan ice cream or key lime cheesecake. At least the Princess Cat was happy to see me when I got home, with lots of purrs and snuggles.
It’s a good thing Swampy is away; otherwise this post would send him to the ER!
Staying at my friend’s [Del]postage stamp[/Del] studio in the Upper West Side. He doesn’t live here, only stays here when in town. Someone else was here until this afternoon; when I walked into the bathroom there was a tube…& only a tube. I couldn’t find anymore. :eek: so I bought him a large (which means a 4-pack.)
Tomorrow I’ll tell the story of the bug eyed baby (when I have a better keyboard.)
A hard ginger ale ain’t hurting! And The Boy’s friend sent me some lovely curry, which is clearing my sinuses nicely. Now if only I had some rum-soaked pineapple upside down cake…
That’s a good one, I have been known to give smoke detectors and fire extinguishers for wedding gifts too. (Not festive but more necessary than people think, and they are often forgotten.) make sure you give 9 volt batteries too!
Usually for a 2 or 3 year old’s birthday present I get an assortment of bathtub toys, rubber ducks, etc and either a mesh bag to hang them in or a really large plastic colander to scoop them up in and they can drain somewhat hygienically.
