Could you not just sell the extra TV? Or would that make too much sense?
The house next door to us is rented severally and individually by three or four young people, possibly college students or similar. Periodically, they have noisy drunken parties, usually on Friday night. Other than the noise of these parties, however, there has been little to complain about.
This morning I found evidence that some of the guests (the house is rather small, so they tend to overflow) had gathered in my front yard, where one of them threw up, and someone stripped some leaves off of my new rhododendron plant that was placed with loving care just last weekend.
So I guess this rant is about stupid young people who don’t seem to be able to have fun without getting sick drunk and destructive. We are calling the property manager, for whatever good that will do. Also, I think it’s time for security cameras.
Laughing at Bob’s smartness. Yeah, they do know when we want to cut parts off them. It took FOREVER to trap Steve. No need to say anything else about Lucy. Tri color cats are always “interesting”!
Our old, senile cat has forgotten where the litter boxes are. He wanders around looking for one and when he can’t (because he’s lost and in our bathroom instead of his room) he does his business on the floor. I hate to make his world any smaller while we are home because he seeks out us out for companionship.
I’m also not ready to send him to the Bridge because for the most part, he’s happy and healthy. He plays with the other cats, he washes the dogs (its hysterical to watch poor Westley frozen in fear as a 6 pound, front declawed, missing half his teeth cat washes Westley’s ears or feet.) and eats and drinks well.
I am getting incredibly tired of trans month. Is it rape month yet?
Poor old dude.
Time to pull up the rugs and get out the disinfectant spray. Geriatric critters are such fun, but it’s just what you do.
What’s with all the Tapatalk sigs? Holy crap on a pogo-stick!
Guess more people are reading the Dope on their phones :shrug:
I hate Tapatalk. On my old phone it was a PITA to navigate, so I didn’t bother installing it on my current phone. Ergo, I’m only here when I’m on my laptop.
I realize blowing coat is a natural reaction to warming temperatures. Snow dogs like mine are notorious for it because they’re double coated. I just wish they’d do it at the same time so I can streamline the vacuuming (right now one’s in the midst of it while the other is just starting, oy).
At least they’re making the birds happy!
I’ve been wanting to get rid of the carpet in the bedroom since forever. Wall to wall carpets just never seem clean to me. Vacuuming just gets the surface dirt and having them steam cleaned doesn’t really clean the pads. Not to mention that its so entertaining watching critters on hardwood or tile 
Lucky doesn’t ever seem to have bad days. Yet. I put Fred down when he was having more bad days than good ones. Too bad we can’t do that for humans.
My rant for the day: That poor defenseless gatepost? The one that was a magnet for moving vehicles and kept getting knocked over? It was replaced with one with a 4 foot into the ground concrete base and lots of rebar covered with concrete and then stones.
It looked amazing. Until the movers at the house across the street took it down backing their semi out. And the gate. And part of the fence.
I’m trying to convince my BB that the next one needs motion detectors and flashing lights and sirens, while being covered with reflective thingies over bright yellow paint.
The next one also needs to be free of that vehicle-attracting field!
I feel like it has been raining and in the 50s for the last four weeks straight. Apparently we haven’t had a stretch like this in DC since the 1930s or something. I’ve never still had the heat on this close to Memorial Day. At one point last week I actually walked by a picture window, thought, “Wow, it looks weird, what’s wrong out there?” then realized it was just sunny. For about 4 hours. ENOUGH ALREADY.
Northern California got snow in the mountains the last couple of days.
Spring semester my first year at college, lo these <coughcoughcough> years ago, once we hit mid-April it would, no lie, be sunny from Monday morning through early Friday afternoon.
Then the rain would start.
Every. Single. Week.
Wall to wall is a rant all on it’s own. The only use I’ve found for it is weed suppression between the raised beds in the garden.
So agree with you re: humans. Canada is working on Dr. assisted suicide atm. DH is supportive and involved. I’m lucky.
Sounds really pretty, but I suspect it’ll just attract them more. “Ooo, bright, sparkly and shiny!” 
Forgot my rant-
My news feed this morning stated something along the lines of, “Obama in Vietnam: Arms deal on agenda amid warming ties” (or something like that). WTF? That’s how countries end hostilities? That’s the most important thing, selling arms? :mad:
*yes, upon further reading it will supposedly also include ‘trade’ of some sort. 
I know we aren’t supposed to question other posters’ veracity in Elections. So I came here to state that, if DerekMichaels00 was *ever *a “Liberal”, I am the Queen of Romania.
And if DrCube could get his head out of his ass for a moment regarding trials by jury, it would be nice.
Use your fuckin’ turn signals please, people!
Husband just came home and told me he wiped out on his motorbike. He’s fine - bit of a scrape on one shin, bike has a smashed light and some scrapes.
Car in front of him slowed and pulled to the right (there’s a side road on the right in that spot). When he went to go around her, she made a sharp left in front of him. He smacked into her rear quarter panel. If she had used her fucking turn signal he wouldn’t have tried to go around her. She’s an idiot*
*We actually know her and she is a complete airhead. Unfortunately, he didn’t know she was driving the car until after. He wouldn’t have pulled around if he’d known she was driving, turn signal or not.
Dear Walmart. Why do you have camping supplies in 3 different locations in your store? (4 if you count the air mattress aisle of the Home department.) It took me 20 minutes to find a freaking battery-powered air pump. At the very least they could put air pumps in all four air mattress locations and not just in the spot where all of the tailgating crap is.
ETA: Yes, yes, I know. But it was close to work and I knew Sprawl-mart would have what I needed. I just didn’t expect it to take so long.
To amend post #4:
Two months after the application deadline for those FT positions passed, our dept. head sent an email saying, among other things, that the hiring committee can’t use its knowledge of our loyalty to the campus, our experience, or our classroom skills [why the hell not?]; the committee must decide on interviews based on a rubric used to screen every person who applies.
Then they hired a couple of people who had been working in my dept. for ONE whole semester. A huge number of us who have been there for years never got so much as an interview.
A month later, the dept. head sent an email with tips on the hiring process (cover letter, references, etc).
Ummm…I/we really could have used that info a few months ago. Then again, maybe it wouldn’t have helped in the end, since longevity of service tends to work against us.
In other glowering news:
My cousin C has been on the outs with her brother J since 2004, when there was a huge fight over their dad’s estate, control of money, accusations of abuse, etc.
Since that time, she has refused to show up at any family event where he might also be (although he would like to see her, ironically). She wouldn’t go to my niece’s wedding because J was there. She wouldn’t go to my 50th bday party last year until I assured her that J had come early and had already left.
This year, my mom turns 90. I had forgotten to mention to her that we had arranged for a small brunch and told her later. Now she says she has hurt feelings and was feeling unwelcome. I reminded her that J would be there. She says she was willing to make an exception for her aunt.
As it turns out, she can’t go anyway because of other plans that will take her and her fam out of town.
Apparently, I am supposed to make sure she gets invited to every single event, knowing full well that there is a 99.9 % chance that she won’t show up if J does.
So add a litter box in each room. They’re cheap enough.