I’ve always wondered why cats have to puke in the worst possible place. We have tile floors throughout our house. Whenever a cat pukes, it is always on an area rug. Usually the lightest colored one. The only exception is the little girl kitty who almost never throws up but when she does it’s right next to the toilet. Where her humans can step in it when getting up to pee in the night. Surely it’s not deliberate. Is it?
Just be careful jumping out of bed in the middle or the night when you hear a hairball being horked up. You do know where your bare foot is going to go, don’t you?
A thousand years ago, around 1973, we lived in a mobile home with heat vents on the floor. We had a brand new baby in the family. And a rescued Mama cat with a new, sick baby kitten. I was 4 the night I learned that it takes at least 3 humans to catch a sick kitten if (a) Mama human just stepped in a pile of kitten waste on the heater vent, and (b) the house contains a king size bed and/or a piano. Even if I weren’t allergic, I don’t think I like cats after that night. Being the smallest, and getting dispatched behind the piano to retrieve the unhappy sick calico is not fun.
My husband loves action/adventure/fantasy TV shows and movies. He’s a Marvel/DC devotee (I won’t name the shows here, you can figure them out), watches a lot of SyFy. He has absolutely no patience for “shows with a lot of talk” or reality competition shows, the latter of which happens to be MY thing.
Every single time we watch TV together I fall asleep. Doesn’t matter what show/movie. He won’t realize it until after it’s over, then he gets pissy with me because he thinks I’m falling asleep on purpose.
No, I’m not. I’m not planning on doing so when I sit down. But the fact that I do should tell you something loud and clear :eyeroll:
(and yes, I realize having more than one TV would solve this. We don’t have another TV because the only cable outlet is in the living room. Plus I don’t like having TVs in the bedroom).
Would streaming in/to the computer work? My mother’s fiberoptic cable plugs directly into her router and most of our TV stations have websites you can stream from. Some are starting to provide ratings listing “internet viewers” vs “realtime viewers”.
Okay, this is only a mini minirant, but here goes. I’m trying to decide what’s more annoying on Facebook these days - face swaps, or that "Chihuahua or Muffin?’ picture that pops up in my feed every few hours.
Face swaps freak me the hell out. At least the chihuahua/muffin or puppy/fried chicken posts have cute doggy pictures.
And regarding puking animals…the dog I grew up with held rugs in such high regard that she refused to throw up on them. We figured this out after we realized she always made a point of puking by the back door…we thought the easiest solution was to place a cheap rug or doormat right at the door to catch the puke. Nope…she was always careful to throw up next to the mat.
He does watch some stuff on his computer. After a day of sitting at it for work, though, he’d rather watch them on TV.
On a greater level I’ve never been a big TV watcher. I use it mostly for the background noise factor. He can’t stand that.
Face swaps, no contest.
Our lease is up on Sunday. Roommate is moving in with his boyfriend, and for the past two weeks, he’s been slowly moving stuff to their new place. (He’s unemployed, so he has all the time in the world to do so.)
He told me that he would be completely moved out by last Saturday, and so as to avoid getting in his way, I’ve held off on packing until I knew he was gone. Well, on Saturday, instead of moving all his bedroom furniture to the new place, they decided to get drunk. Sunday, I came home after spending the day with friends, and found all his stuff still in the apartment.
Granted, I could’ve been packing this whole time, but I held off as a courtesy to him. Now, I really wish I would’ve gone ahead and started the process. I should’ve known better.
Well, the car started. It was just a dead battery, fortunately.
But now my mother’s hearing aid isn’t working.
Guuuuuuuuu
Probably a dead battery…
No, THAT I replaced. 
My daughter’s car is having trouble, so we took it in Saturday morning and left it. No problem. My wife isn’t driving so daughter can have my car and I’ll ferry my wife and me around in my wife’s car.
Until my daughter calls later that afternoon (interrupting my hike)–she can’t start my car.
I come down off the mountain, drive over to where she is. Get it started but clearly there’s a transmission issue. Get it over to the mechanic, but of course they close early on Saturdays, so I have to leave it.
With two thirds of the fleet out of commission I have to rent a car, which has to happen before church on Sunday. All they have is a minivan, which I don’t need but which I eventually get for fifty bucks a day–more than I wanted to pay but doable I guess.
Daughter’s car is fixed for $300 and that’s the good news. My car? Transmission is shot. At 175k miles not sure it’s going to be worth fixing, especially as I don’t have any money lying around. We can probably do with one car for now but I hate just letting this one die…
The mechanic is calling around to price used transmissions; we shall see. Next, to work out returning the rented minivan…
Blag.
Does it have an earwax screen in it? If those get too full of wax, the hearing aid won’t work.
Interesting that you, for whom screen size would be a much less important factor, don’t even consider the possibility of being the one who uses the computer.
If I had enemies, I would not wish depression upon them.
Why would I? Like I said, I don’t watch a lot of TV to begin with. Frankly it’s easier to turn on the TV if I’m in the living room to begin with while I’m on the laptop.
Last night was a perfect example. I wasn’t interested in what my husband wanted to watch so I stayed in the den and read a book :shrug: I would’ve walked the dogs, too, if it hadn’t been raining.
I’ve been living in exile from Raleigh for the last fourteen years. An opportunity has opened up, which would possibly allow us to move back. When Mrs. Magill let me know, I did what I usually do, I jumped on Zillow to check out house prices and school ratings. Houses have gotten really expensive in Raleigh, but I knew that. What I was completely unprepared for was how badly the schools have been doing. What the fuck? When we left, Wake County was one of the highest rated schools systems in the country, and now I’m hard pressed to find a school rated higher than six on Great Schools. My High School was the third highest ranked High School in the country. Ronald Reagan actually came and present us a plaque when I was a freshman. It’s now ranked as a low six.
I want to go home. I want my kids to come home. However, I can’t, in good conscience, put them in sub-par schools.
Goddamned fucking inbred goat felching tea party legislators fucked up North Carolina schools.
I am sitting here annoyed at Advance Auto Parts. Today, I shopped at their web site for a battery for my mother-in-law’s car, and to save time, decided for the first time to do the pay now, pick up in store option. I figured I could just stop by on my way there and save time at the register.
After my credit card is processed, I get the instructions: “Wait for the email notification that your order is ready for pickup and either print it or bring a digital copy on your mobile phone.” An hour later, I’m still waiting. How this is better than just going to the store for the whole transaction escapes me, and if it’s not, what’s the point of offering the option?
I don’t normally post to mini-rants, but since I am doing nothing but sitting here and checking my e-mail every five minutes anyway…