Fucking stupid rainy drizzly crappy fucking w eather on halloween. Can’t fucking figure out if trick or treat is goddamned postponed because of stupid weather and of course i have to live someplace that will never be incorporated into an actual town, so fuck me. I need some fucking kids to knock on my door even if IT IS THE 2nd so i can unload some of this fucking chocolate.
Some of this is on me because I should have stayed my ass at home and handed out candy on the 31st but i was helping my mother with something and had to go to the library and print out some shit for her.
I’m annoyed at my husband and feeling like a bitch because I’m annoyed. Today is my birthday and we had a fun day planned sightseeing and other stuff. Yesterday he informs me that he has to work. So naturally I’m pretty bummed about it. I know it’s not his fault so I don’t really blame him but still depressing to get stuck on your birthday by yourself.
So today, while he’s at work I get a delivery of two dozen red roses.:rolleyes: I know he did it just because he’s feeling bad, but I don’t even like roses. And God knows how much money he spent have two dozen roses delivered on Saturday; it’s just a waste. So I’m sitting here, alone on my birthday, and I’m mad at my husband because he got me roses.
Because if we can’t be fucking judgmental about how to wipe your ass, what can we be fucking judgmental about?
I assume your toilet paper hangs over the roll.
My birthday is at the end of November, so I often get snowstorms on my birthday. A couple of years ago, we had such a wicked one that my husband didn’t get home until 10:00 at night, and he had to abandon his car and walk the last mile to do so. It’s no fun being alone on your birthday. (Commiserating smiley )
I don’t think you can wipe standing up, so this galoot has just admitted he does a half-ass job of it (damn, I crack myself up), and probably wonders why he doesn’t have any “close” friends at work…
You might look into having it compounded as a transdermal salve. I lost one cat prematurely to hyperT because I found out after he passed that he’d pretend to take it but I found little piles of partly dissolved pills in the corners of the apartment. The salve you can rub on the inside of their ears and it goes in through the skin, or if they groom, where you intended.
One thing to look into is buying a 3 months’ supply. I found that 3 months cost less than 1.5x one month. However, and I forget which, one of the flavors has a short shelf life.
The transdermal version was very effective and my second cat that had hyperT could taste the meds regardless of formula and I couldn’t dose her directly. She liked having her ears rubbed.
I wish it were legal to take my next door neighbor’s leaf blower and literally shove it up her ass. Or legal to shit on her front yard after she’s been using it for over a fucking hour.
My grandma passed away yesterday. She was 91, and she had a massive stroke on Monday, so I guess it was her time to go. I miss her, but I’m also glad she didn’t linger in the state she was in after her stroke. She’d been in poor health ever since my Dad passed away almost five years ago, I really thought we were gonna lose her too when Dad died.
My gripe is that I’m really not looking forward to having to deal with my uncle at the service. I’ve bitched about him on here before, he was the one who was mismanaging Grandma’s bank accounts. We haven’t spoken since about January or so. He still thinks there’s nothing wrong with what he’s done. I’d skip the whole thing if I thought I could get away with it, but then I’d not only miss saying goodbye to Grandma, but I’ll also miss seeing my Dad’s cousins. I love them dearly and I only get to see them once in a blue moon. So I’ll suck it up and avoid my uncle the best I can.
I hate to break it to you, but the principal prey of house centipedes isn’t ants. It’s cockroaches. If you have a lot of house centipedes, you probably have a roach problem.
I won’t try to defend her, but those things can be a lot of fun, at least if you have a powerful gas model, which I’m guessing is what we’re talking about.
I don’t bother with the leaves any more. As long as they don’t get together and try to break in, which they sometimes do at the garage, I’m happy to let them be. But I used to use a blower and it can be quite entertaining to get a big mound of leaves and then blow some air underneath and watch them float along it before collapsing. If you play with it you can actually get it to move a ways before it falls apart, but it takes a little, ummm, practice. :o
Of course one man’s entertainment is another’s justifiable homicide.
I’ve had ants, and I’ve seen pics of house centipedes. My choice would be different from yours.
joins the “i <3 house spider” club
Can you move or re-home your personal Charlotte with the cup-and-paper method?
Video plz? Or even just a still photo?
I want you to know, this gave me a much-needed belly laugh. I fact, just quoting your post made me giggle all over again.
Sorry about your cat, but something about that post … I dunno. It’s like he’s every med-taking cat’s hero. “Pretending to swallow and then hiding the evidence behind this curtain? Why didn’t I think of that?”
full body shudder *
Thank you. I will try this. It’s just unseemly to have my coworkers think I’ve pooped out a huge one when all I did was return the iced tea I’d rented at lunch. I mean, standards, people!
I never had cockroaches in my old house, yet on an almost daily basis there would be a 2-3" centipede or two in my basement. I left the shopvac plugged in and ready to go. Would walk in, see it, fire up the vac and take it down.
I assume they were getting monstrously large on a diet of ants and pill bugs, though I rarely saw ants inside.
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