Well, shit. Sorry to hear that. 
Ditto
Eggnog is very very easy to make, if you have a blender.
Purple, sorry to hear you’re breaking up with NG. If you want to discuss or bitch about it or cry on shoulders, we are here.
This.
Also this.
Also: GAH! My stupid ISP decided to shit itself at just about 9 p.m. “No problem,” says I, "
I shall simply enable the wireless hotspot feature on my cell phone."
“The fuck you will,” says my cell phone. “Error 67, bitch. Call your cell phone provider. On Monday.”
To my wonderful husband, will you please stop prowling around the house from front to back, stalking our children? They’re playing in the goddamn snow, for Christ’s sake. They know not to run into the road. They know not to run away from home. And it’s fucking snowing so they’re not getting far anytime soon.
Your incessant door opening, pacing from the front of the house to the back every time you can’t see them is making me fucking insane. Sit the hell down or go work downstairs like you said you wanted to. Please, your hand-wringing is making me a nervous fucking wreck.
{{purplehorseshoe}}
Send him outside to play with the kids in the snow. It’s obvious that’s what he wants.
No job for me. My personality is “too dynamic” for the little clinic, and the other place hasn’t called me back after 2+ weeks. Le sigh.
What the heck does too dynamic mean? Too energetic? Too engaging? Maybe they’re worried the patients would like you too much.
I’m sorry to hear that PH. Mucho hugs.
The hugs and sympathy may have been premature.
Back story: N. G. moved into my place after {{long story snipped}} he could no longer stay with his sister nearby. This was almost six months ago. The deal was he’d stay with me while he got his feet back under himself, saved up a bit of money, got his own place, etc. etc. Our relationship was loving but still pretty casual then.
It got more serious. I met his kid, the “L” word got added to our daily lexicon, we started talking about The Future, and so on and so forth. We talked about moving in together.
But my lease is up in a few weeks, he has not worked steadily in a couple of months now (not for not trying … ) and we’re now both broke as shit. There’s no money for deposits, we haven’t identified a new place, and most crucially to me, this is my 1st relationship after losing my Other Shoe of almost 14 damn years, and I’m just not in a hurry for anything.
I told him last week (Thur. evening) that I was planning to re-sign on my lease, and that he’d need to eventually find his own place to live. I made two things clear: I wasn’t kicking him out, and I wasn’t breaking up. Still, he hit the damn roof, told me I obviously didn’t care about him, that he was going to leave that night, and on and on. The truck we share sprang a radiator leak last week, so since it was at the mechanic’s he didn’t have wheels – that was the only reason he stayed that night. So I thought it was over between us, although I will admit that break-up sex did ensue later that night (he initiated). I didn’t see much of him on Friday and spent the night with a girlfriend Fri. night (pre-planned, she’s house-sitting for a friend) so what little I saw of him on Friday and part of Saturday, our interactions were polite-but-icy, icy-but-polite.
By Saturday evening, we slowly moved away from “icy” and to just plain “polite.” We both figured, hey, we’re stuck putting up with each other until he can find at least a temporary new place to crash, so things might as well not be unpleasant. (He literally had no place to go.)
We talked. We each took some time alone to think.
We talked some more. We pondered alone some more.
“Polite” slowly moved back to “friendly.” We remembered that we cared about each other, that we still had each other’s back. He seemed shocked when I told him The Other Shoe and I were together for four YEARS before we moved in together, and I reiterated that if I wasn’t in any hurry then, I sure as shit wasn’t in a hurry now. I told him our relationship was unbalanced as long as he was depending on me for so much, and that he needs to get his live together before I can think of merging mine with his. He seemed to agree.
Make-up sex ensued.
TL/DR: the breakup didn’t stick.
Went out to grab lunch, got back to the office, took my first sip of iced tea and gag-spit-blech! Fucking sweet tea! Sweet Tea is an abomination. I forgot that I had crossed the border into The South and that the heathens across the border assume you want a vile syrup as a drink when you order what should be mildly bitter. Fuck.
You’d think that going to the dentist for a routine checkup and the x-ray shows a cavity so you get a filling would be a minor, routine thing. Not for me. It seems the cavity was “deep” so the filling had to be “deep”. So I had the trauma-to-a-tooth pain for a couple weeks, that’s to be expected, but on Halloween the pain hadn’t subsided so he filled the filling a bit more (or something, I don’t know) and put some medicine on the tooth. Well this past Saturday the Tylenol Migraine I had been living on for some relief stopped working so I went back and he said I’ll need either a root canal or an extraction. It’s way at the back so I said “Just pull it.” He gave me antibiotics for this week but the bad news is that the guy who specializes in extractions won’t be in until December 22. The pain is astro-fucking-nomical. It’s doing that referred-pain thing where it’s shooting the pain up into my cheekbone and head and down to my lower jaw. I’m taking 8mg codeine - you’re supposed to take 1 or 2 pills every four hours, I’m taking 1 every two hours just so I can function. It’s amazing how such a little tiny body part can cause such excruciating pain. It’s a “sit down and just cry” kind of pain.
There’s a leak in the basement and the fucking plumber wants $3500 to fix it. Am I wrong for wanting to behead him?
Soylent, that’s completely unacceptable. My dentist would never do that to me. He would yank it immediately himself, or send me *the same day *to someone who can.
Can his head be used to plug the leak?
Okay, this rant is only very minor, but here goes.
I like dogs, I really do. But it annoys me when my neighbour’s dog barks at me when I’m in my own backyard. Dog, that’s my territory, not yours.
Luckily my neighbour’s dogs are chows, a breed that doesn’t bark much in general.
I would like to pit whoever nicked some cables from the railway signals near Wolverhampton last night, thus adding a delightful 15 minutes to an hour of sitting in stationary trains for probably a few tens of thousands of people today, plus associated missed connections.
After a 7 hour trip (it should be 4.5) on Saturday, on 3 delayed trains and a replacement coach, all filled with drunks- including one guy so far out of it I actually climbed over him without waking him after he collapsed on me- I really wanted to spend half an hour waiting in a siding rather than having time to buy lunch when I changed trains on the way back today.
PHS, if it means anything at all…I did many almost break ups with my BB. We had been bestest buddies since forever, I was the one he called to cry when his wife was dying. It just seemed that it wouldn’t work out for us, but dang…it is working out great and I’m really happy.
I’d like to pit my cats. All of them, but specifically the butthead declawed one (he came to me that way) who manages to climb up the Native American rugs I have hanging on the wall and then knock things down from the pot shelf. I used museum sticky stuff to keep them in place and none of the other cats knock them down. I’ll be moving the rug this weekend. BUTTHEAD CAT!!!
Have you thought about barking back? 