After a long poker game, stretching from Friday just after work into very late Saturday night, I just fell into bed and was asleep in seconds.
At 4.30am my wife woke me up, telling me that the alarm had not gone off and I was late. I jumped up and got dressed in a hurry. I grabbed my work boots and carried them out to the truck. I rolled into work right on time at 5.30am. No one was there. The parking lot was empty. It was Sunday…
(snickering) She must have been pretty annoyed with you. 
Apparently, Gabriel Iglesias pranked his (step)son similarly once.
I gassed up my car and made an Aldi run. FCD is taking Higgs to the vet - her coughing is particularly bad today. I’ve been reading. MIL has been sleeping. FCD is really struggling and I can’t help him. He was actually talking about selling the boat because he’s convinced we’ll never get to use it.
It’s never easy, is it?
Oh, on the subject of WTF from kinfolk …
My mother gave me a heavy little yellow ball, from one of the zillions of doctors she and my dad go to. She didn’t even remember which one. “For Monkey,” she sez, “for toy!”
Aww, thanks, mom, that’s so nice of — wait 
something is rattling inside it.
She had no idea it contained anything.
I … quickly found the sides were screwed together like one of those plastic Easter eggs, and cautiously opened it.
There was a roller of a waxy substance.
I showed it to her, and she said, and I quote, “Oh, deodorant!”
Me: “No, mom. That’s lip balm. Like Chapstick? You would’ve had the stinkiest but most moisturized armpits in Texas.”
Her: “Give to Monkey anyway. Is good toy for him.”
Thank all the gawds those edibles made it past TSA, or I wouldn’t have.
@The_Stainless_Steel_Rat , only 4 more pills for Ursala.
Mammogram went fine. The tech barely squished me. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month, so the center gave out chocolate in the shape of The Ribbon.
We just had to have Higgs put down. She could barely breathe and there was nothing they could do. FCD is a mess… On top of everything else. Dammit.
{{{FCD}}}
{{{Higgs}}}
Aw, FCM I am so sorry. That’s a low blow from life’s committee.
I am so sorry~I’m heartbroken for all of you. I’ll be holding all of you in my heart.
{{{{{{ Higgs }}}}}}
{{{{{{{ FCD }}}}}}}
{{{{{{{ FCM }}}}}}
{{{{{{{ everyone else two or four-legged who knew and loved Higgs }}}}}}}
FCM,
Sorry to hear this……
We had to put our dog Sally down about a year ago.
I have a terrible memory, so it’s possible you’ve been here before, but, uh … welcome?
I am so sorry. That is just awful news. My heart goes out to all of you. 
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The last meeting of the day ran 30 min late, but it’s finally over! 
I get to spend the rest of the day doing one of my favorite things – playing around with/creating a graphic in PowerPoint – and tonight I’ll get to watch the Yankees regain the ALDS lead. I’ve definitely had worse Wednesdays. 
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Ugh. 
“Treble” and “crotchet” (which is how I first read “crochet”) are music terms – what we call a quarter note the Brits call a crotchet – and it took my brain a second to realize what you were actually talking about! LOL!
Don’t get me started on quavers and semiquavers and demisemiquavers…
FCM beat me to it. 
(“She was in DC with me at the jazz show…and in Southern Merrylande! Honest!!”)
Eh, I pay an estimated cost at each visit: the estimates are usually pretty good (or, at least, they usually waive anything insurance doesn’t cover), but at the last visit I’d had panoramic xrays and somehow the front desk didn’t take them into account when I checked out. I’ve been going to this practice for 25 years, and it’s the first time in forever that I’ve gotten a bill from them. It sucked that it was kind of a big one, but I get how it happened.
Nah, it’s not up to him – and, that would be a violation of the agreement I signed last year. I’m alright with honoring those terms and continuing training for the next 6-7 weeks, especially since I do want to remain a member of the gym. But I’ll tell ya, if my trainer starts spouting any more BS between now and then all bets might be off.
Oh man, there’s nothing quite like the people who Do Not Get how applications/files/servers/etc. work. Our admin is one of those. It’s nearly impossible to train out of someone.
My mom’s anniversary isn’t until early November, but the countdown starts this week: Friday will mark 9 years since the last time I visited/had a conversation with her, the 24th will be the anniversary of the last email I got from her, etc.
I miss playing poker.
I’m with nettie: what had you done wrong? 
LOL!!
Oh…oh no. I’m so sorry. 
Hi!
I’ve been mostly lurking and pop in occasionally (pretty much an introvert) I’ve also not done this site enough to know I should have replied to fcm vs. just reply. 
Sorry…
T
Do tell!
How very responsible of you!
FCM and company So sorry to hear about Higgs.
We’re home from our galavanting. I was definitely convinced to take a nap when I got home. Now that I’m here, Annie has convinced me otherwise. Well, at least for awhile.
I moved her toys and her bed out of the living room - FCD thanked me for that. Daughter will come get the food and treats for Trevor.
It’s going to be strange being able to sleep in if I want to. No worries about letting the dog out. 
FCM, I’m so, so sorry.
i am so very sorry. that was very unexpectly quick. poor higgs.
such a good little pup.
FCM, my condolences to you and FCD. Our Mumpets leave gigantic holes in our hearts when they leave. I remember the “what should we name her” discussion when she came into your lives.
Oh, FCM. I’m so sorry about Higgs. That dog was beloved by all of us. Dammit, they should longer lifespans. Poor FCD and you as you heal that Higgs-shaped hole in your hearts. {{{{{{The Fairy Chat Family}}}}}}
Laundry is laundering so I can pack. I went to the office to inquire about the thermostat. Mr. Maintenance said the unit CAN be set manually. I said I tried that and just got the Bluetooth symbol. He said they must not have programmed it when they installed it. He’ll come do that while I’m gone.
I just found a tennis ball under the counter. Ms. Dog was so excited when she arrived last night that she was jumping, spinning, and doing half-circle leaps. I got out the toy basket, and she kept getting out toys and hopefully flinging them at our feet before settling down to eviscerate a squid. I guess the ball rolled into the kitchen.
So the hurricane is named Milton, and parts of Florida will be Paradise Lost. You may say that’s coincidence, but I say it’s the sign of a conspiracy. Brit lit professors are controlling the weather!
I laughed way too hard at this.
I read this TWICE as “a corrupted bedsheet.” I have to say, that sounds like more fun than it must have been.
JTC, I’m so sorry about the progression of your husband’s illness. I guess all you can do is take what you can from each day, love him hard, and drape him in cats. {{{{JtC and husband}}}}
I try to distract myself during that part by making silly faces.
As we used to say in my old town: “Wyoming, where men are men, and sheep are nervous.”