I don’t understand why some people smell like sour milk. There’s a guy like that in my class.:mad:
In IE, if you click on the ‘new tab’ space (at the end of the tab line) the new tab it opens offers as one option to reopen a closed tab.
Has saved my bacon more than once.
I think that all you can do is say something like, “That sounded really fun!” if they start talking about it after the fact (sort of put a bug in their ears that you would have been interested in going with them). Anything else is probably going to sound whiny, I’m afraid.
Kind of funny rant: my daughter, 3.5, has developed a huge obsession with rolly-polly bugs. Enough that she keeps freaking trying to bring them to bed with her - she’s decided they’re her pets. It’s cute and hilarious and disgusting and I’ve taken to frisking her for them before bedtime and naptime. I still haven’t been able to bring myself to lay down with her since the last rolly-polly “incident.”
That’s gross, disgusting and hysterically funny. My ten year old also loves them.
The two year old prefers our kitties. The long hair runs as soon as she realizes the toddler is within reaching distance but the short hair tolerates her even when she gets ahold of the pink magic marker and makes him look like a bleeding panda.
Rant: I was looking at birthday toys for a friend’s child. Target had the worst one yet: the pink ironing board. So the boys get all the cool toys – the legos and the erector sets and the robots – while the girls get ironing boards. Pink ironing boards.
Way to send a shitty message to kids, Target.
Why would the UI people decide to delay DH’s claim for a phone interview about info he supplied when submitting his claim application? Just stupidity, or malice?
If the latter, that’s a really low blow to someone who just got laid off because his employer is shutting down in this area.
Are those pink ironing boards sturdy enough to beat someone to death? If so, I’ll go all batshit crazy on them.
I’m serious, I feel like climbing a clock tower right now. I’ll be crying my eyes out in half an hour. . Missy Mouth tried to jump on my lap and I knocked her off because she used her claws.
I don’t care if I’m bleeding on our honeymoon. I’m not taking anymore of those pills. I almost hit a cat with my hand, and Bill cringes when I start ranting about stupid shit.
This is NOT me and I don’t like it.
Oh, and I keep getting stupid whit my keyboard skills. I had a very thoughtful reply to The Vorlen, and the ninterwebs ate it and I was sooo ticked off that I went outside and wished that I had a cigarette.
I tried to calm myself down with stitching, but the tread got tangled and I just tossed everything in the closet. Good job, idiot. Now there are needles on the floor of the closet. Lucky will probably be the one to get in the closet, find the needles and eat the tread and then get blocked. I’m such an idiot. Off with me, I need to save my cats life and drink a LOT of Bill’s beer. (ts nasty stuff, but it does do the job.)
Thank you. I needed to have somebody other than me type it out in plain words to drive it home.
Just leave the damn pink ironing boards right where they laid 'em (probably right next to the pink plastic vacuum cleaner toys :rolleyes: ) and buy your girls Erector sets, Lincoln Logs, and Bucky Balls. That’s what I did with mine. 
But buy any kid a bubble machine. Those things rock!
Probably too young to share a Google image search for isopod.
Here ya go. It’s not Bushmills, but you will feel better.
You need one of these. Shame they’re hard to find…
I’m so glad I swallowed my coffee before I got to this sentence or it would have been all over the monitor right now.
Pink ironing boards still haven’t beat out the pole-dancing doll as the most ill-thought-out girl’s toy, though.
I’m not the fondest person of roly-polys (roly-polies?) but I think my favourite thing about them is the name. Roly-poly. I find that name weirdly adorable.
The WHAT-dancing WHO?
Pics, or it didn’t happen.
That is, marketing it as a girls’ toy didn’t happen. Clearly, this is a toy for BOYS! It comes with a bunch of little bitty dollar bills, right? Well, there ya go.
Comes complete with Mid-Life Crisis Ken
– with beer belly, 'stache and combover. Optional accessories include chest hair (with zodiac medallion) and muscle car.
The 7 Most Inappropriate Children’s Products
ETA: SFW unless you’re prone to blurting WTF at random times.
If you’re using Firefox, try the Tab Mix Plus extension. It has settings that let you relocate the close button from “on every tab” to “just one at the right edge of the tab bar”. Much harder to hit by accident.
Missed this one.
8 Weirdly Sexual Products You Won’t Believe Are for Kids complete with child-sized stripper pole.
I have an ear and throat infection that is making life not particularly fun.
Slept only a couple of hours Thursday morning, the spin cycle as I posted yesterday. Was up until almost 4am this morning and then spent the next hour and half not only in the spin cycle, but with my mind repeating a pattern of doing a work related ‘moving files’ function over and over again. Body also in a huge stress reaction where my chest binds up with painful gas in the muscles.
Got up, took some beano (pointless, but whatever) and a flexeril left over from this spring. Still couldn’t get back to sleep. Until I determined what exactly my mind and body were freaking out about, which was fairly obvious only after the fact. Finding that and hitting the brief emotional release (about 30 seconds of tears) and I slept from 6am until 11am. Probably could have slept longer.