Autobilling goes to my credit card as well. That way I take advantage of the 1% rebate I get with the card.
OK, just wanted to confirm. I have some places where the information I have for payment is a CC or DC, but it’s not for autobilling - my autobilling can’t even go to a card, it’s IBAN or nothing.
Thanks.
There are 2 ways you can set up automatic payments. If you set it up for your bank to “push” the payments to your creditors, it will always come from the bank account. If you go to the creditor’s web site and set it up to “pull” from your account, you can use debit/credit cards, or sometimes the account info.
My MIL just decided she wants to take us to Universal Studios the day after Christmas (we all live in Florida.)
I know I should be all grateful and everything, but my only thought is, ''Why are you ruining Christmas?" 
I don’t understand people and their compelling need to do things.
Not feeling especially thankful today. Tony is a grumpy-butt, and I get it - something has aggravated his back, it’s getting worse, he’s tired of hurting. But he’s also “ired” of hurting, and snapping at me every time I open my mouth.
On the brighter side, my FIL called yesterday to tell us that he and my step-mother-in-law are too sick for Turkey Day, so I don’t have to load up too many kids and dogs and drive all the way to the farm and spend a few hours trying to gauge the perfect moment to say “Oops, would you look at the time! Gotta go!” And I did buy a turkey and fixings, so I get to eat my own food, and the houseguests have been invited elsewhere so we can have a day en famille.
But the phone and internet and TV service are spotty right now. And the tech won’t be out until the first. Or the second. I suspect that someone nicked a buried cable while installing the new traffic light a few hundred yards down the road, because the service gets stupid when the ground gets wet… Whee!
This is my problem. I have about half my auto-billing linked to my CC and half linked directly to my bank account, and I have to comb through all my statements for both to remember which has which. Fortunately, it appears so far that I was at least marginally smart enough to link the really important ones (like car insurance and student loan auto-debit) to my checking account.
So, you’ve got about four weeks to learn how to convincingly fake the flu.
What flu, indigestion!
I used that on her today. My husband suggested that I just give them kitty kibble…which they aren’t allowed to have because its so fattening for dogs. They both love it, though. Tonight, I tossed a couple of pieces of kibble at Buttercup, and all the cats came over to see what she was getting and then turned their noses up and walked away to do cat stuff. I offered Westley some kibble if she would come in the room and gave Buttercup some more and Westley actually came into a room with 4 cats who were doing such things as watching the birds outside or licking where their balls used to be.
Thank you so much for the help. I think this is going to work 
Thank you for the nice words, but really, sometimes totally wonderful people just don’t match up with you, no mater what. As it happens, my minion broke up with me. He didn’t even bother to come to work and tell me face to face, he just left a voice message. I guess that working with a godless heathen wasn’t working out for him. Funny part is that I have never talked about my personal beliefs and the Cluthlu fish was just a joke. Big sighs…now I have to go through the interview process again.
I laughed
This is also a good idea, which I started as soon as I read your post. Westley loves to chase tennis balls. The cats like to bat tennis balls around so it won’t be a problem to get the cats to sleep with them. Our hounds don’t really don’t play other toys, although some dog has been eating the furry mousies. This worries me because I don’t want them getting blocked.
In other news, I made deviled eggs tonight. I followed MIL’s instructions and it worked out great. Maybe I can learn to cook afterall!!!
We have plenty of brooms. One for inside, and two for outside. So why in the fuck did he use the inside broom to sweep the wet, covered-with-dead-leaves deck? Then put it back in the (inside) utility closet, for me to start sweeping the kitchen before noticing it’s all wet and muddy? This is, of course, a broom only meant for inside, so now the bristles are all shredded. And I still can’t sweep the kitchen because although he cleaned it, it’s dripping wet.
A small rant in the grand scheme of things, but I just can’t get over the stupidity.
So I peeled enough potatoes to feed an army today. And boiled them up. And drained them. Put them in the mixer bowl, once I dug out the mixer. All so my 88-year-old grandmother can press a button and say that she made the whipped potatoes. Okay.
Only there’s no button pressing. Just one old lady complaining loudly that the potatoes weren’t peeled right and that I’ve made more work for her as she now has to dig out the eyes.
The eyes I already dug out.
I just let her play in her damn potatoes.
Also, I really wish they didn’t try that ‘well they used to call us dirty Jews and we liked it’ bit with me when I take offence at them using racial slurs. They didn’t and you didn’t, not ever.
Amen to that. Hoping your black dog runs away.
Oh yay! Some time and patience and she may even have have kitty-friends
And congrats on the deviled eggs, that’s a delicious start!
Thanks.
I’ve been doing a bit better in the past couple of days, so there is that.
Anyone else notice that men think holidays mean they can just sit around the house and rest, but have no trouble with the wimmin cleaning and baking and etc? And should the wimmin point out that they are doing all the work, they get the whine about how the menfolk work all week? What the hell does he think I do?
Our local paper (or what’s left of it) is just annoying me at this point. First they cut door delivery to four days a week and went to an online paper, which I don’t read. They didn’t cut the subscription cost, of course, which makes zero sense to me. Meanwhile, the delivery paper has become so thin that I now refer to it as “the daily pamphlet”.
Recently, they announced that there would be a special Thanksgiving delivery with a huge section of ads for Black Friday, and that they were going to charge $4 for it! What the everlovin’ FUCK? So all of these businesses are paying you to run these ads and you want to charge me to read them? Well, I thought: fuck that. We don’t do Christmas shopping, and haven’t done so for at least 15 years now. We called them and said “No, we don’t want that edition, so don’t charge us for it.” Of course, it showed up on the doorstep this morning. The pamphlet that accompanied the giant mound of ads that I won’t read contained even MORE ads inside. Almost every page had the top third as an actual article, and the bottom 2/3 as ads.
I’m an inch away from cancelling this rag altogether.
Problem fixed, thanks to my genius husband! He proposed Cirque du Soleil (which we’ve been wanting to see forever.) ‘‘Oh, sorry, Mom, it’s sooo expensive to go the day after Christmas, why don’t we go in early December on a normal weekend day?’’
Christmas saved. 
Well, okay, but how are the comics? I mean, shit, Chefguy, you gotta keep your priorities straight, man.
I truly love the way your mind works.
I keep re-reading this, and I keep giggling. Sorry 'bout your minion, but I’m glad you masted The Devilled Egg Challenge.
While I reeeeeally wanted to use Cinammon’s “I got knocked up” idea, I wound up telling my parents that New Guy and I had broken up after Thanksgiving dinner was over. Their reactions? My mom gave me cold, hard cash to change my locks, and my dad had literal actual tears of joy in his eyes.
Ick.
I hope you take the cash your mom gave you and treat yourself to something really wonderful.
I was thinking the hairdresser. She meant those locks, aye?