The day is nearly over and the house is somewhat cleaner.
Not clean enough to suit me, but what it is will have to do.
I will take your advice Bumba, and write no checks.
I’ll tell my niece that my lawyer said not to do anything until her lawyer tells me what to do.
And even then, not to do it until I get something in writing.
In the truck department.
I called the dealership on Tuesday. The message says they will call back within an hour.
I heard from them yesterday.
I got the news that they still have no idea what is wrong or how to fix it.
So maybe not the transmission, but I hope whatever it is, it’s still under warranty.
I have my doubts about it being the transmission, but I’m no car expert.
However, I thought transmissions give little warnings that they are about to go up. Not you’re riding around and everything is good. You park and turn off the engine. Then when you turn the engine back on all hell breaks loose.
That sounds like something electrical or a sensor or something to me.
Then again, I know nothing about cars.
I’m not really fond of the Kia Sorrento. It’s not comfortable to ride in for me. The horn is too loud when I lock the doors. The doors don’t stay unlocked long enough for me to get from the house to the Kia. I feel like I’m going to hit my head every time I get in it.
I also got a warning from my Ring from the police about Kias being easy to steal and the precautions to take. I thought lovely. One day I will walk out to the car and it won’t be there.
Capital One is plucking what is left of my last nerve.
Every damn time I log in I have to reset my password.
I looked it up online and read that they had changed their log in requirements, and your ID now has to include a number. I changed my ID to include a number and it still doesn’t work.
You know what else doesn’t work?
‘Fuckyoucapitalone’ is not an acceptable password.
‘Fuckyoucapital1’ is not an acceptable password.
I wonder why not, as both meet the requirements.
I’m glad you came through your surgery well, Nellie.
I was thinking of you, and I worry anytime somebody has to go under.
I hope the recovery goes easy.
Dog therapy is always the best.
Congrats on finally joining the modern world, Vroom
I have no couth Swampy, I do say those words in here.
{{{Talkie}}}, I am so sorry about your mom.
All I can say about feeding tubes is, I don’t know anybody who was happy to have made the decision to have one put in a loved one. Every one of them regretted it.
Of course, every situation is different, and if the patient is the one making the choice, then it is their choice.
My mother also got into the ‘if she could just exercise and build up her strength that she would be better’ mindset. She had some kind of exercise thing and the hospice nurses told my nieces to stop her from using it.
No worries about my sister showing up CatGlove.
She knows better, and I doubt my nieces are telling her they are coming here. She would have a cow, she has already been telling the girls that they are not allowed to invite me for holidays and such anymore. I’m also sure she has told the niece that is living in my mother’s house that I am not allowed to come there.
My sister wants to cut me and my son out of the family, as though we don’t exist.
I did get a copy of all the documentation from the lawyer.
When they sent me the corrected copy of the forms I needed to sign.
Funny how they weren’t included with the first set of forms that were wrong.
I will be careful Taters
I love my nieces a lot, and when they were young, we were very close.
I think too much has happened to go back to that.
Shoe, I could write a book about my sister and how she was with the girls.
Good luck with Mr Fixit
UGH, Captain and Tenille, Muskrat Love ::shudder::
I just got rid of this earworm
Now I have a new one.
Just shoot me now.
White Collar, that is the show I always mix up with Suits.
They seemed interchangeable to me.
Congrats on a clean room Ooopsie.
No hair dye for me. I started going grey a few years ago.
No hair color for me though. Once you start you have to keep up with it, and I’m not in a place to add more stuff to the ToDoList.
All y’all people with good sibs are truly lucky.
You know what they say Doggio, ‘A good friend will help you hide the body. A best friend will hide your sex toys from your kids before your funeral’
That sux WetOne
When god brings death the devil brings heirs.
I will remember that Rocky.
I’m going to share it with my realtor. She went through a lot of the same.
Definitely getting some rest tonight MetalMouse.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and almost none the night before.
Oh, I forgot to say, in the midst of all the other bullshit in my life
the damn squirrels chewed into the back closet again
I hope you have AC soon Nettie
My son is sore. He got put back into stocking again, and he hates it. He broke his box cutter/exacto knife and since there were no right-handed ones available, he had to get a neutral one. It’s a good thing they wear protective sleeves or he would have cut himself to pieces already.
Rayleigh got caught in a corner when my son was vacuuming the kitchen. Just a touch of panic in his eyes.
Misiu is a brat. He wants to choose which treat he gets, and if I give him the wrong kind, he spits it out.
He doesn’t drop it; he spits it with a little ptui.
Then when I offer him a different kind, Rayleigh and Echo drop their treats to run over and see what Misiu is getting. Dropped treats become fair game, which leads to squabbling.
I know I should just say fine, you don’t want what I’m offering, then you get nothing. But I have been well trained and always offer another selection.
Unfortunately, his favorite treat is dried sweet potato. I just started giving them to him again because they used to get stuck in his teeth and he looked like he was choking on them.
Now, if he gets more than one or two in a day, he throws up later.
Now off to bed. I am exhausted.
Thank you all for listening to me bitch.