…he knows when you’re opening a can in the kitchen…
I am so sore today. I thought we had ergonomics and stuff so working for a living didn’t kill your body. 
:mad:
Really, numbnuts? Did you actually think your daughter would want to be your “friend” on Facebook? The one you emotionally wrecked five years ago? The one who I’ve told you wants nothing to do with you? Fucking moron. Of course, I’ll be the one picking up the pieces and putting her back together, just as I have every damn time your clueless ass has tried to waltz back into our lives.
Dontcha hate it when you can see a train wreck coming and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it?
Mom has been waffling back and forth about selling her house and downsizing ever since Dad passed away about four years ago. She finally made up her mind to sell the house late last year, and the house just sold about two weeks ago.
Mom’s moving in with my sister and her family. It might be temporary, it might be permanent. I have a feeling it’s not going to last because Mom is completely incapable of telling my nieces “no” no matter what the situation. The younger one is too little to understand yet but the older one knows that “Granny” can be manipulated.
I see ugly scenes ahead. Mom has already shown that she will overrule my sister’s wishes when it comes to the kids. Sister won’t stand up for herself, quietly seethes instead. I’ve had to step in at times and tell Mom that Sister doesn’t want the kids to do X or Y. Older niece will take advantage of the situation and eventually teach her little sister to do the same.
I give it six months before sister blows a gasket and we have to move Mom yet again.
You guys are the reason I’ve never suggested that Bill join the board! 
Last night, I was having a good time killing monsters when suddenly I couldn’t use my scroll wheel to throw flames and I screamed horribly and died. Lost stuff, xp, etc.
Today, we stopped at Best Buy to get a new mouse. After handling them, I found that I had my choice between 2. The price was the same, the feeling was the same and the options were the same.
The only difference between them is that one came in a cardboard box and the other one came in one of those darned plastic clamshells. You know the ones I’m talking about…so theft proof that when you get it home it takes 15 minutes of cutting stiff plastic to get it out.
I bought the one in the cardboard. Sticks tongue out at plastic clamshell using products.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…bloody fucking hot flashes. I thought I was done with them but nooooooooooo:(
My mother and father are supposed to be separated. So why does my mother find excuses to come and visit us at every opportunity?
Less of a rant and more of a WTF.
Presumably to see you? Or am I missing something.
I just fired our vet. Lucky had blood work a week ago and we still haven’t gotten the results.
Poor Lucky will get more blood work on Monday with a new vet who actually replies to questions.
I am so ticked off now. I was supposed to get the results on Thursday, but got a call from the part time vet who only works weekends.
The techs told me that vet would call me. No call. I called the after hours line and was promised a call within 20 minutes. That didn’t happen either. I am really ticked off now.
Actually, now I’m past ticked off. I’m now disputing the charge on our card. I’ll bet that will make someone pay attention.
Everything hurts. I’m bloated and achy and crabby. My joints are throbbing and I just want to crawl into a hole. I think this is probably the worst PMS I’ve had. It’s been lasting all week and is only finally beginning to let up. This fucking sucks. To all the women who’ve been dealing with this shit for years, I am so sorry.
The vet just called me. Lucky is in full kidney failure. He’s such a young cat, this shouldn’t be happening to him.
I think that I’m going to go off and drink some of Bill’s beer.
I’d offer you Mom’s stash, but beer is sorely lacking… brandy? whiskey?
I’m sorry, flatlined and Lucky.
{{{hugs for flatlined}}}
{{{skritches for Lucky}}}
If it’s any consolation, (probably not) and if kitties are anything like humans (maybe), it’ll be a ‘good’ death. Good only in the sense that he won’t have much discomfort.
Hugs and pets and skritches behind the ears for all of you.
Sorry to hear about Lucky, flatlined. :< At least he got love…
Never mind.
Thanks everyone. We will do this with love and kindness. Plus, he’s not going to die tomorrow. He’s still eating and pooping and playing and purring. I’m honestly madder than I am sad. Its just not right, poor kitty boy.
I bought some plastic eggs and put bells in them. Great kitty toys, Lucky and Bob have been chasing them around the kitchen all morning.
Everything is blooming here. Its beautiful. I can’t breath. My eyes are itchy and watery. Something is setting my allergies off worse than cottonwood did. My suffering is extreme.
Pecan trees? Are they pollinating in Texas yet? Those always set me off. I’m not looking forward to May. That’s when they pollinate in WNC. Good thing I love pecan nuts or I’d chop down all those damn trees.
Go to WalMart or a drugstore and get some of the allergy relief eye drops. They used to be prescription, but are now OTC. Makes one hell of a difference with allergy eye symptoms. I got allergy caused conjunctivitis (NOT pink eye. I went to the doc and everything!) the week before I was supposed to renew my drivers’ license. Thought I would fail the eye test for sure, but the drops cleared it up overnight.
And give Lucky some scritches for me. Poor kitteh and poor you. 