I love her stories, and believe them all (not suggesting you don’t, but there have been buzzkills here in mini-rantLand in the past who have nothing better to do than see who can wave around the biggest “skep”-dicks, and IIRC, flatlined has been among their targets).
Glad to see you’ve landed on your feet again, flatlined (also heeheeheehee about the cat-brushing). 
Hahahhhahaha. Heeeheheheheee. snort
I made chili con carne tonight. I used chocolate stout and cinnamon and it is gooood.
Sorry I didn’t set anything on fire. 
Stupid jerk in the seat behind me playing a video game with the sound on. It’s an hour bus ride, too. On a day I don’t have head phones.
OMG…I HAVE A NEW CAR!!!
TL/DR details: 2013 Kia Soul, 21K miles, fits two huskies quite nicely as long as you don’t put the back seats down (they freaked out because the seats aren’t flush like the Jeep’s). Absolutely pristine inside and out. It’s heavier than I’d thought and a very peppy ride. I’m just not used to being so close to the ground, though!
WHAT HAPPENED: Got a call from one of the dealerships I’d walked out of because the sales manager on duty at the time was an utter dick not only to me but also to a mother/daughter pair who’d also walked out. I told the salesperson what’d happened and said that was the #1 reason why I hadn’t returned. He said, “We have a new manager now, and btw, I have a vehicle you might like. Want to come down and see it?” So I dragged Mr. Kiz and the huskies with me last night, took the test drive, chatted a bit, and…
I got this for a crazy, crazy price. They also took the Jeep as a trade-in for more than I’d ever thought, which isn’t much given its age and condition :boggle: I’ve got the bulk of the manufacturer’s warranty intact. My insurance isn’t going to go up as much as I thought. My monthly payment is smack dab where I wanted it too.
I’m still in shock. There’s a strange car in my driveway!
ETA: Thank you, everybody, for your suggestions and listening to my whining
We’re roughly the same height and I haven’t had much of an issue with those recliners (we went to the movies a couple of weeks ago to see “The Martian”, btw). Mind you, when we were there the theater was half empty so everybody had plenty of room.
I find I can’t sit straight on in a recliner. I have to either keep shifting, like you said, or adjust things so I can curl on my side like I’m on the couch under an afghan watching something on TV. I tried lying all the way back and adjusting the footrest so my knees were bent but I found myself dozing off
throws confetti and summons the hip-hop hamsters
I guess there isn’t any easy way, but I’m tired of hearing via Facebook that a friend has died. Maybe I’m pitting that friends die. Whatever it is, I’m so, so sad that a funny, larger-than-life guy in his early fifties is gone. I don’t even know what happened. It was so sudden.
Shit.
And, then people “like” the death announcement, which sounds weird.
When my grandmother died, I found out via Facebook…yeah, those “likes” are definitely a bit awkward.
Hurray for you kiz 
A new car that is just what you want and less money than you expected to spend! Happy dance for you.
You are right that I lead a charmed life. The only pussy my husband is fooling around with is fixed, Missy is back to being her bratly self, and I haven’t set the kitchen on fire for months. I should probably not mention that my car hasn’t eaten a library CD recently, I’ll just jinx myself.
Now for the most unbelievable part:
Tony is doing great and there hasn’t been any drama in his life for quite a while.
How the heck are you doing?
(Please notice how restrained I’ve been…so not throwing jealous fits at SeaDragonTattoo over being able to experiment in the kitchen and have the food work out great AND not setting things on fire.)
flatlined, one of my coworkers is taking a cooking class with her thirteen-year-old daughter. Co-worker told me her daughter was worried about what would happen if she failed the class. I told her the story of you setting the oven on fire. 
(Don’t feel bad. One of my family’s annual Thanksgiving tales is the time Maternal Grandma tried to cook a paper-bag turkey. Sometimes on a dark night when the moon is full you can still hear the echo of Grandma’s yell when it caught on fire. Appropriately she yelled “Oh for cryin’ out in the blazin’ buckets!”)
Are there no other parents out there that aren’t raising their kids to be little shits? We actually know some that are raising respectful kids, but hot damn they seem to be far and few between.
Of course, it seems in many cases the apple doesn’t seem to fall far from the tree. Last night, our daughter (10 years old) had a friend sleep over after said friend’s mother basically invited her over. Apparently, they were installing hardwood floors and it was best if kid wasn’t there for, well, reasons. This same mother had pulled this shit before when having a Cinco de Mayo party at their house. We got an email that we thought was inviting us over for the party and for our daughter to sleep over. Nope, she wanted us to take her kid off her hands.
Anyway, this time we felt somewhat obligated to say yes because they had recently had our whole family for an overnight at their farm for their daughter’s birthday. The last 20 hours ended up being about as annoying as expected. Nary a please or thank you was ever heard. Heck, most requests were phrased more like commands (done with dinner? Just announce “Ice cream!”). When none of the proffered dessert options were up to par, daughter’s friend just helped herself to checking out the freezer. I could go on and on, but the tl;dr is she was rude, disrespectful and uncooperative pretty much the entire night and this morning. To top it all off, after a perfunctory acknowledgment of my wife’s text that she had picked up the kids from school yesterday, the girl’s mom had not checked at by the time my wife texted her at 10am to let her know we would be dropping off her little brat soon.
Suffice it to say, this will not be happening again.
And the hits keep coming–wife just texted me from the ER that it seems that she will have to part company with her appendix as soon as the blood thinners wear off tomorrow.
Oh joy…
Wishing her an uneventful surgery, hope she’s fine in no time!
Telling me that “Hosanna!” isn’t a word annoys me and does not communicate your grievance.
Incidentally, enough people pronounce it the way you dislike, that I am not convinced that your way is the ONLY TRUE way of pronouncing it.
That said, I’d be more willing to indulge you, if you expressed it as a preference. And if you had some authority over me (the person I’m irked at is a fellow choir member).
And if you didn’t tell us sopranos that if we sang the right pronunciation, it might encourage the song leaders to do so-- seriously, talk directly to them!
(Although I bet they got their pronunciation from the people who sang these songs orginally.)
That turkey in a paper bag thing sounds like something I’d try.
But do tell your coworker that I didn’t actually fail the class. It was just recommended that I repeat that class before taking the next one. (I still don’t think it was my fault that the oven caught on fire…I’m pretty sure it was an electrical short or something.)
I agree with SDT, I hope that her recovery is fast and painless. Tell her to not be a hero and to use her pain meds as the doctor said to do. Bodies heal faster when they are not trying to deal with pain.
My anti-rant: Today the pool guy hit the cursed gatepost. I swear, that thing has a car magnet in it or something. Well, that’s not right because the stupid thing has been rebuilt 3 times since I’ve lived here, so it must be built on a vehicle sucking vortex.
The reason its an anti-rant…because I’m evil and like confirmation that I’m not the only one stupid enough to back into it.
I think it’s time to wrap that post in Christmas lights and keep it lit all year. Or something. Ooh, I wonder if it could be outfitted with a proximity alarm! That could be amusing, and maybe even cheaper than taking it out.
Much like gel-cookery, it was something that sounded good until someone actually tried it.
What is it supposed to be, an evil conspiracy?
I’m reasonably sure that the appropiate pronuciation for Hosanna is at the top of your lungs. Or maybe that’s just Father José’s version of musical theory, he believed that even if you can’t hit the right note with a paintball version of Big Bertha, whichever note you’re hitting should notice it’s been hit!
May the Vorwife’s appendex leave the premises quick and painlessly.
Non-pit: It’s nice that businesses like doctor’s offices are finally getting online.
Pit: Why do they bother setting up online appointment request forms when they make you call to set the appointment time anyway? If I wanted to call, I would have, you know, called.