Ha!
The child is on the pill, but says she forgot to take them for a while. To tell you the truth, I think she just said that so she could cry until her dad decided not to punish her. She told me she’d just had a period that lasted about one day, so it would be another three weeks before we can test her.
I’ve taken to going in the girls’ room with a flashlight in the wee hours to make sure everyone’s where they ought to be. Sleep, who needs sleep?
I’d still be putting condoms in her knapsack. The least she’s going to come home with is genital warts. The worst will kill her.
How can I spend $220 at the grocery store and still not feel like we’re well stocked?
Is it possible to bleed money?
Yes. Yes it is. We spent $130 at Dominick’s this weekend. Late Sunday afternoon, husband and child declared that, after reviewing the possiblities, “there was nothing to eat.” :rolleyes:
Poinsettias aren’t poisonous. Kids or pets won’t die from eating them.
My new favourite pan-Asian lunch place closed last week. I guess this neighbourhood can only support 15 pan-Asian lunch places. (I know, envy me my lunch options. I’ve got a favourite Ethiopian lunch place too!) But that’s not the rant part.
So today I went looking for a new favourite pan-Asian lunch place, since the other 15 aren’t really all that good, in my experience. Lo! A new BBQ Korean-Japanese lunch place! Perfect! Even better, considering how I have become disillusioned with the other Korean BBQ lunch place.
So I went in to order and got a BBQ beef bento box. It came with those gross cold noodles so I asked if they could substitute kimchee (a.k.a. food of the gods) instead. No problem! they said. So we were this --><-- close to a happy MPSIMS from me about my new favourite pan-Asian lunch place. Mmm! Kimchee! BBQ Beef! Avocado sushi! All in one bento box! What could be better?
So I get back to my desk and find the BBQ beef perfect and the kimchee delightful. But - but - but - something is missing.
Sushi lovers, avert your eyes.
The box is completely devoid of both pickled ginger and wasabi.
I am without words. So close! And yet so far.
Thanks, Jackmanii, for fighting my ignorance on poinsettias. Thanks to Anne Neville too!
That linked article says almost exactly what our former local plant expert (and Governor General of Alberta), Lois Hole, said about poisonous plants - they almost universally taste terrible, most kids and animals won’t eat them, and you’d have to eat pounds of them to do damage.
I just heard on the news today that Canada has a 54 billion dollar surplus in our Unemployment Insurance plan. You know how they got that? Nobody except laid off people and maternity leaves have been allowed to collect unemployment insurance, for about the last 10 years. We don’t have Unemployment Insurance here - we have an extra tax on working. You have to pay, but you can’t collect. Bastards.
Fuck you very much, barking dogs, for keeping me awake last night. And fuck you too, owner of barking dog, for doing fuckall about it.
Fuck this noise, I’m getting one of those riot control water cannons mounted on a fucking Humvee.
I need coffee.
Fuckers.
Sure, boss, you can be mad about something that someone else did. I understand that it pisses you off when the higher ups screw around with your workers’ schedules.
So…why not take it out on the people doing it, and NOT on the worker who has nothing to do with it? If I fuck up, yell at me. If someone else fucks up, yell at them. Don’t take it out on me.
Okay, I get that you have to do your laundry around your work schedule. I’m also well aware that of the three dryers in the building’s laundry facility one is consistently much better at drying a full load than the other two. So I have no real problem seeing that you left your laundry to dry in that dryer yesterday morning, when I went to take my laundry out of one of the washers at about 11:00 am yesterday.
What does piss me off is that it was still there this morning at 6:00 am. Sorry, fucknugget, your clean laundry just got manhandled, and put on top of the dryer. If you wanted to avoid that, you should have picked it up when you got home from work/classes last night.
Fucking hot flashes! It’s 30 degrees out and I can’t wear a coat because I start sweating and feeling like I’m going to faint. People think you are crazy if you are walking in the snow with your coat off, airing out your armpits.
I mean, I am crazy, but with everyone else talking on their hands-free cell phones, you hardly notice me talking to myself anymore, so nobody knew…until I started wandering around with my fucking coat off, with my arms raised to the sky, begging for the sweet relief of cold air blowing down my shirt sleeves.
It is. I went shopping not long ago and came home with a ton of food. I still have to make grocery runs. Either I’m too short-sighted and careless or food is expensive.
My vote is the latter.
Robin
Preach it sister!!!
Another of the great overheated chiming in. I recently started work in an alarm monitoring station where they keep the place like an icebox. I’m the only one not sitting around in a sweater. It’s the only time I’m comfortable; for some reason my husband insists on turning on the heat.
To my sister: You are over forty. It’s time to let go of thinking that presents are the only way to express love. I live far away, I’m going on an overseas trip just before the holiday, and I haven’t enjoyed the family Christmas gift exchange EVER. None of the other siblings are interested in doing it anymore. All I want on Christmas Day is to see you all and your crazy kids and hang out the one time of year we all see each other. Do you realize that I have been having shitty Christmases for the last decade because of your insistence that we keep exchanging gifts? You know, my gift to you is not saying any of this shit to your face. Can we call it even?
My 6-month-old Olympus mu770sw (sold in the US as the Stylus, I believe), clearly says “WATERPROOF” across the front. The box and manual also say it’s waterproof down to 10m.
Don’t you believe it.
I took it with me to Guam last weekend and used it while snorkling (meaning the camera was never more than 1m deep). After about 5 minutes, error messages started flashing. I shut the camera down and headed for shore to find the battery bay was full of salt water. I dried everything out as best as I could, but nothing has worked since. On top of that, I can’t read my flash card, so not only couldn’t I take any pictures during the second half of the trip, I lost all the photos I took on the first half as well.
The camera’s still under warranty, so I’m pretty confident I can get a replacement Saturday, but I’m pissed off about all the photos.
Lesson: even if it says waterproof, use a plastic waterproof housing.
My neighbour in the apartment below, and her fucking dogs.
Yappy little things that run around on her deck, pee and crap all over it (really), and frequently have hysterical fits where they yap their lungs out at passing molecules of air. Naturally, they have very high-pitched yaps that nothing really muffles.
I fantasise about poisoning them. Often.
My eyes hurt from reading stupid student essays. My glasses are broken and I have no insurance. It’s snowing like hell has frozen over and I have to go to work tomorrow. I just got a rejection letter from a job I interviewed for. And let’s not even go into the state of my love life.
Well, at least there’s an alumni happy hour this Thursday. As long as there is free booze, life is bearable. Just.
I blame milk. When I started buying more milk at one time, I stopped going to Safeway so often, and our grocery bills dropped. You know how it is; you go in for milk, and come out with $50 worth of stuff.