That sucks, runestar, I’m sorry to hear that.
Doctor says my suspicious mole looks benign but needs to be watched closely due to my family history. I also found out today that I’ve gained 25 pounds and now apparently have a heart murmur.
Well, heart murmurs suck, too. So sorry.
Well, here’s what you do: stop murmuring, watch that mole, and lose 25 pounds. There! Who next?
No, I’m not (just) being insensitive. That’s how I’m treating my medical problems… yes, it’s working.
Jar, Jar Binks is an irritating cunt.
That sounds like a rejected lyric for the Philosopher Song…
I’ll perform the instrumental you write the lyrics.
It shows that he has a firm grasp of the obvious, anyway.
Short update: The appropriate ratio, as far as Neko is concerned, is his normal 1/2 cup of kibble per day plus about 1/4 of the (large) can of cat food, rather than 1/2 of it. He wasn’t eating all of his food when I put that much down, so I’ll take what I can get, even if I do have to pick his dish up from the normal feeding place and plop it in front of him when he’s walked off to lounge in the living room. Stupid cat, making me chase after him to finish his food. (I feed them 2x a day. When I was putting down the 1/4 cup kibble + 1/4 can canned, he wouldn’t finish all of it even when I brought it to him. Like I said, I’ll take what I can get. It’s more than he was eating, and the canned food is supposed to be packed with stuff that’s good for him.)
Assuming that my bosses give me my new contract (project’s first go-live on July 1st; current contract ends June 20th; so long as I go on billing and they go on paying it’s legal, but I’d like my new contract damnit), I have to take three weeks’ vacation in August.
My mother is having surgery in September. She could ask for an August slot: those are easy to get, but no, she chose September.
Fuck my mother for choosing a date when I have to give up workdays to go try to keep her from eating too much sugar or overexerting herself during recovery, fuck me sideways for wanting to do it even though I know it will leave me more exhausted than a trip to Disneyworld with a bus of 6yos. Plus, I get daily rates: no work, no pay. I’m thinking I’ll let The Bros and SiL-the-Doctor fight her dietary choices if they want to, damnit. And if they don’t, it ain’t my fault.
Oh, the joy of the different diets in a multi-cat household. You have my sympathy. 
Fred gets bored about half way through his dinner, but I’ve found that if I turn the bowl around, he sees new, maybe different food! and eats some more.
When my end days come, I want to be treated as well as we do our pets. Mine reach a point when all I want/can to do for them is feed them what they want, love them and spoil them before I have the visiting vet come over and give them a fast, painless death in their home and my arms.
sneaks my rant in…I’ve been trapping the ferals and after they get 3 days of all they can eat food in safety and cool, clean air…I’ve been trapping new ones and releasing the ones who have been with me longest.
Steve, the alpha male, is a smart guy. When I was trying to trap him to have him fixed, he ticked me off so much that I tried to chase an adult feral cat down with a catch stick. I would have had better luck chasing a jackrabbit. :smack:
I managed to trap Steve again on the 13th. I let him go on the 17th. I caught him again on the 18th. When I let him go this morning, he just hissed, moved to the other side of the porch and waited for me to bait another trap. Steve is full of gooshy food now.
When I was trapping I had that problem a LOT with possums. Especially baby possums, who wouldn’t get out of the trap. It’s interesting to pick up a trap and have a baby possum holding on with all four feet and tail… .
I think Steve might be a bit…kinky. 
(I love the image of shaking the cage and having a baby possum holding on for dear life!)
I can see it now: “NOOOooo! Don’t kick me out of the GooshyFood Cage!”
Other Shoe, I rarely complain about you, here or IRL, because you’re awesome and all, but … a single vet appointment does not “screw up your whole day.” The appt. is at 3 p.m. You have hours between now and then. You could take a nap, mow the lawn, clean the house, and STILL have time to round up the cat and drive him over. And then you have a couple more hours *after *that before I get home, and then you STILL have more time in the evening. Quit whining already. Or call and re-schedule. Jeez.
Warning: Vast Over-generalization!
If you’re talking about a man, purplehorseshoe, one appointment in a day seems to be about their limit. I took an inventory one weekend morning of how each of our days were going - I had had breakfast, took a shower, cleaned the cat litter, put in a load of laundry, tidied up the house a bit, paid a few bills, and was thinking about making lunch. My husband had moved from the bed to the couch. 
Oh, bullshit, CW.
You’re telling me he didn’t go to the bathroom first? 
Dear self: quit putting off sending a) a personal email to someone you don’t like at all* and b) a personal email to someone you really care about**.
- mother, 'nuff said.
** BFF from college who’s been out of the country for a couple of years and will be back on these great Ammurrican shores for a few weeks this summer.
Seriously, self. WTF is wrong with you? Quit finding other things to do so you can put those off longer - you always bitch when Other Shoe does it (yes, he’s a he, CatW.) and now you’re doin’ it yerself too. shakes fist at self
My inner Southern Lady is overridden my inner sarcastic bitch.
I just tried to login to the Iwanna online again. Now my phone number won’t work as a login credential. I believe my subscription has expired, so I try to go into the site to renew it. I end up having to resubmit everything except, oops, “an account already exists with that phone number!” So they send me an email with a password that does nothing. I filled out their helpless desk form and sent it with the following message attached:
This is the second time I’ve had problems logging in. I’d like to renew my subscription as I believe I’m at the end of my two weeks, but apparently we have different definitions of “fixed as quickly as possible.” My definition does not include “let’s fix this the day before the subscription expires” under the heading of “quickly.” For me “quickly” means “in the next 24-48 hours”. Can we start using the same dictionary please? I’m in a bit of a time crunch for the services I need to use the IWanna to locate.
That made me laugh out loud, several times. 
Thanks for that.
This isn’t good enough for a MPSIMS post, so you folks will have to suffer :D.
A couple of months ago, I read a story where the author misused the word penultimate. My boss is a fellow bibliophile, so she understood my outrage that a wordsmith would do such a terrible thing.
(she didn’t know that it meant “next to the last” either…its just a pet peave of mine)
So, a couple of weeks ago, boss went to Scotland for a hiking vacation. While she was eating dinner, one of the other hikers misused penultimate and got corrected by a different hiker. Of course boss made a mental note to tell me.
I had also made a mental note to use that word about the eclipse, because I had gotten my story together. I had borrowed Tony’s welding mask, and put it on. That was the worst part.
So, boss was back, all jet lagged, I’m telling the story about me watching the eclipse and that the
Flatlined? You okay? Is this a whoosh and I don’t get it?
Uh, flatlined?