I’m so glad it didn’t have a bad effect on you! Decades ago, Mr. Legend ended up in the ER with sky-high blood pressure and an unbelievably rapid pulse. He was there for hours before they discovered he had too much of his cardiac drug in his blood. When he showed his pills to the cardiologist, they noticed that even though the bottle was labeled with the correct dosage, the pills looked thicker than normal. It turned out that our pharmacy had filled it with pills of double the prescribed dose. That pharmacy’s apology ultimately included a check to cover hospital bills and lost wages and a visit from the state Pharmacy Board, which cited them for failing to provide proper supervision of pharmacy techs.
Count your blessings. The bird could crawl into your second-story dryer vent and set up housekeeping there. This is a PITA – ask me how I know! Getting the nest removed was a fairly simple matter of calling a wildlife removal service, and since I like birds I was happy to see that the babies had left – Mom was a literal empty-nester. The problem was that it’s incredible how stinky birds’ nests can be. I don’t know how birds put up with it. Even though the nest was removed, the smell persisted in the normally pleasant and pristine upstairs laundry room for a month or more.
We had a ladderback woodpecker that used to vigorously tap on our metal chimney stack. The sound would resonate throughout the house because of the placement of the chimney, and until I realized what it was, we thought something was going gravely wrong with some mechanical system. I don’t know how long woodpeckers live, but this went on for about ten years. We still have ladderbacks around the house, but the newer generations are apparently happy with wood percussion instead of branching out to metal.
That is hopeful, thank you.
I mean having a baby is overwhelming, and I got used to that so I suppose it’s going to go the same way.
Well, after Sound Garden… really what was there?
My idiot cat is still rolling in his litter, then tear-assing through the house, dribbling litter everywhere.
Then I’m the asshole, when I don’t wanna snuggle or pet him. He’s friggin’ covered in kitty litter, ferchrissakes!
… if anyone has any suggestions, I’ll try anything. He’s lucky he’s cute & snuggly & friendly & smart, or else I’d throw the furry bastard into Lake Michigan.
(Not really. Don’t flame me; I’m just venting because OMG he’s doing it again right now goddammit.)
I did a quick google search and found this info:
If you’ve ruled out any medical conditions, and your cat isn’t stressed or territorial, it’s most likely that they are rolling in their litter box to remove their outer layer of fur and clean themselves. This is the most common reason for rolling.
You can help your cat by thoroughly brushing them on a regular basis to remove excess dirt and debris from their coat. This will also relieve any itching they feel on their skin.
A shallower litter box with less “playroom” can also help to discourage rolling around. If they don’t have enough room, they won’t do it.
There’s more information on that page. I hope this helps you and your furry friend.
Thanks, @Monty that page was quite helpful!
(I love the 'Dope.)
Stranger Dog Walkers (not from the area), their intestinally blocked dogs, and The Fucking Entitlement of them parking their shit-factories on my lawn for relief.
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Hi. I’ve been a bit unhappy with seemingly dozens of new neighbors, all with dogs, who seem to have no clue just how the dog walking process happens by me. There is not a lot of through traffic and many sidewalk squares are uneven by tree roots so most people don’t run or jog on the sidewalk. A slow stroll is safest. Also, in the interest of educating our new New Yorker ̶P̶i̶g̶s̶ Neighbors, many of us have attached signs to the trees which occur between the sidewalk and the curb asking them to please ‘curb their dogs’.
Now, given how difficult it is for these well-educated New Yorkers to comprehend such a sign, as a matter of public service it seems to fall to me to educate these people as to what a curb actually is.
On every street here, the black asphalt touches a section of higher white cement to indicate that the street has ended. That long white four inch high cement monolith? Well, it’s called a curb.
( Now lets pause a moment with a musical interlude so that any New Yorker Chimps reading this can let that sink in. )
All set? How nice! Moving right along, lets examine the phrase “Curb Your Dog”. Now, we’ve already explained in great detail in the prior paragraph What a curb is and What it looks like. Should any New Yorkers be confused at all, please feel free to re-read it before moving on.
“Curb Your Dog” is the act of you, the dog walker, through pulling on your dog’s leash, directing it to the curb. Now, as explained before, the curb is that very long four inch high white cement monolith that touches the asphalt on one side. It is not made of grass. It is not made of tree or tree roots. Lastly, it is most definitely Not made up of my lawn. Now you as the dog walker can accomplish this by any number of ways. You may walk in the zero-traffic street (the easiest way). You may choose to “Broadway Pirouette” across the top of the curb stone ( I may just clap ). You may even risk your ankles by walking on the sidewalk ( not recommended ) and yanking the poor beast (who never chose you) by the neck until its agonizing pain makes it forget that it has a massive intestinal blockage and walks to where you want it to go.
It is your dog, and until the ASPCA drags you away in cuffs, your choice of style is your own.
But, should my front door fly open suddenly followed by me stepping out with a mug of coffee to say loudly, “Morning…!”, you can bet your great aunt’s fanny that it isn’t because I’m selling bran muffins. It’s because your little shit-factory ( no not the one you push in a stroller ) is on MY Lawn and without an invite.
Now, should such time exist when I invite you and/or your Peptic Ulcer with Fur onto my property, engraved invitations will be forwarded. Until then, don’t make me get the spray bottle with ammonia.
Thank You!
When you spray a New Yorker in the face with it, please share the video.
The hell … ? Android phone bugged me about a software update. Okay, cool cool cool.
Since it’s re-started, my phone is insisting that it’s “slow charging” even though it’s plugged into the exact same “fast charge” adapter I’ve been using since forever.
Did the software update screw with my phone’s ability to detect charging? Cuz otherwise that’s one helluva coincidence - at the same time I updated, suddenly my fast charger … isn’t?!?
Seriously, dafuq? I’m at 67% and it’s telling me it’ll be a solid nine fucking hours until it’s fully charged?
Android, you gotta be shittin’ me right about now.
Have you tried turning it off and turning it on again?
If that doesn’t fix it, look in settings under battery.
Yesterday was a productive day! My gf was wrote up a list of things that needed done. I didn’t think it would be possible to get it all done, but I figured I’d try.
I got dressed and went to work cutting down a dogwood tree that had to go. I loaded the wood into the ATV and put it on our burn pile. Then I cut down and chopped up a dead pine.
I hung two birdhouses that involved climbing an extension ladder, then hung a new bat house.Meanwhile, my gf worked on cutting down the decorative grasses all over our property.
When the last thing on the list was complete, I was ready to collapse. Then she told me the list was meant to be completed over the course of the next few nice weekends!
Instead of ranting, you should be grateful that you’re physically fit enough to do all this stuff! 
And also, that you now rightfully and morally have all that free time over the next few weekends!
Hah! Don’t I wish. She took my productivity to be a sign that we can get more done each Sunday then she imagined!
A number of things bothering me Today…
FIRST— I took my mother to Wally World this morning. We get there and I go grab the wheelchair with basket from their lobby to push her in. I bring it out to the car and try getting her in it. She manages to sit down in it but the footrests are too high for her to get her feet in them. In fact the footrests are too high for any adult to use the chair and can ONLY be adjusted with a wrench.
SECOND— I go to get a motor cart for her to use but the entrance I went into first only had 3 broken/uncharged ones. So I go to the other entrance and manage to get a motor cart for her to use. We are in the store 20 minutes and the warning signal comes on saying low battery. So we hurry up and check out. We manage to get back to my car before it died completely. (This why I tried to use the push wheelchair originally-because the motor carts are rarely fully charged and I did NOT want her to get stuck in the middle of the store.)
THIRD----We finally get home and I check my mother’s mail for her. She got a package Today with four boxes with two free Covid-19 tests each.
That sounds really convenient EXCEPT for the fact she has gotten a package with free COVID tests almost weekly for two months so she now has a stack of them in her apartment. And there NOT from the same company so it is more then one place sending them to her. Just annoying all around.
Amazon delivery and tracking has been consistently excellent, until today. Yes, the package arrived within the three-hour window that was estimated. But the only reason I have my package is that I happened to open the front door and there it was. According to the tracking info, it’s still “out for delivery”, even though it’s been here for at least an hour and maybe much longer. Also, it’s routine for the Amazon guy to take a picture as proof of delivery. Well, even if they update the tracking there ain’t gonna be no picture because the package is no longer there.
Which all goes to show that a system is only as good as its weakest link, and the weakest link here is the incompetent local contractor working for Amazon. And I didn’t hear a truck, either, though I’m sitting in my front office, so maybe “contractor” is too fancy a word for a ten-year-old kid pulling a Radio Flyer red wagon.
Wow! My stuff is all unboxed and the carton is in the recycle bin, and yet several hours later the only change to the delivery status is from “Arriving between 12:00PM and 3:00PM” to “Still arriving by 10 PM tonight”! Amazon may eventually conclude that the kid with the Radio Flyer red wagon lost my package, fire him, and send me another order for free, which would be cool. 
That was your blunder. Didn’t you ever hear the theory that the best way to get out of doing chores is to do them poorly so you won’t be expected to ever do them again?