I’m assuming/hoping she knows what the stuff is for. I don’t trust any young adult. I’ve truly become the older, smarter adult in the room. Though I still feel inadequate for most activities.
I’ve got my eye on her.
I know, I know that this is common parlance. But the fact is that the Liebeck vs McDonalds case was not frivolous. McDonalds had been involved in hundreds of cases involving coffee burns, many of them third degree burns, as Mrs. Liebeck’s were. McDonalds’ operations manuals required coffee to be served at between 180 and 190 °F, which can cause third degree burns in under 10 seconds. They’d known for at least 10 years that this was an unacceptable amount of risk and refused to change their procedures. They offered only $800 to settle the lawsuit, which originally asked for a mere $20,000 to cover medical expenses and lost income. That’s why it proceeded to trial, and it was the jury that decreed the settlement amount. In the words of one juror,
(No offense meant to Mrs_Ducky. I just get sad hearing this when there was a woman who suffered horrible pain and remained in pain for the remainder of her life because McDonalds kept its coffee too hot. You can’t even drink it at that temperature.)
What’s the problem? The guide clearly says “by yourself”. So you need a buddy with you during the disassembly phase if you want to also put the product in water. (It appears a buddy is optional during the actual dousing.) I admit there’s ambiguity on whether companionship is required during a repair with immersion. Best to have a helper, I say. Safety first!
For times when no helper is available, consider substituting lemonade or a nice chicken stock for the water.
Yesterday I was listening to Irish music (Solas, for those who care). Good stuff. Unfortunately, several of the speedier jigs decided to take up residence in my head and I was listening to it loop all night long. As in, I didn’t get any sleep at all because my brain decided to be a music box. I was supposed to take Monday off and be in the office today and tomorrow. Not happening now. I’m definitely not safe to drive (and still can’t get to sleep). This is gonna suck rocks trying to get my body to go back on a real wake sleep cycle before tomorrow.
Okay, hun, y’know what? The fact I haven’t seen you in two months is not because “I’m getting my life together” if you’re able to brag about all the time you’re spending with your other partners. Fuck that shit. You know goddamn well I’m lonely. This is not helping. Oh, what, you’re going to a fucking play party with your other girlfriend on new year’s? Lovely! Good to hear! Fuck you with a rake you stupid insensitive bastard.
I should just dump him. I probably would, if I actually got anything out of it. I’m already advertising myself as “single” on dating sites, because for all intents and purposes, I am. But I’m lonely as all hell, and even if I never fucking hear from them, getting some love from them once in a goddamn while would really be nice. It’s just been two months, and I am so fucking tired of being alone.
Trade you for What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?
is this from a Nativity scene?
I still have no idea. We asked her to explain at the time (she first just mentioned “Baby Jesus has been spotted.”) and she went off on another subject. So Baby Jesus isn’t just cute, he’s mysterious as well.
Oh, found her first aside:
Becccccck…! We need some Baby Jesus in our lives!
she lost a plastic baby jesus from her front yard and it ended up behind the dryer after a few days …… she thought that the cats hauled it off …. nava posted the link you missed
Not from the yard. From a little table by the Christmas tree.
If you don’t wanna read the thread, BJ has been found, recovered a little worse for wear. He’s now packed up and put away to rise again another day. Sorry about the confusion.
So I spent the whole year healthy; never had a day in bed, never a cold or flu, just the picture of health.
Until the day before Xmas, when a insidious intestinal bug turned by bowels into sewer water and my stomach refused to process any more food. Given that I had to fly on Christmas day and then drive 120 miles home didn’t help either. Still on the mend, but still not getting far from the Bathroom either…
Bah.
Bah with some Humbug. So sorry!
Thanks much, I just read it; well-written! And intriguing…
especially the part where you *THINK *he’s safely stashed in a box in the back corner of the basement…
But have you looked in that box? Tonight? We’ll wait…
Do start a thread when Our Miniature Savior disappears, and shows up under your pillow, but when you scream and everyone comes running… no Jesus.
Took me a while to realize “BJ” meant “Baby Jesus”. But, then, I live in a town where you can buy “I {heart} BJ” T-shirts to show your adoration of, er, of the town. Yeah, that’s it, the town.
Well thanks. Now I’m afraid to look in the box. It doesn’t help that I got an envelope in the mail today that was unfamiliar. I opened it and out fell a little card with that weird blue-eyed, lovely locked picture of Jesus.( we’ve all seen) and a letter asking me if Jesus was my friend. If not, I could contribute to their ministry and heap lots of benefits. Creepy.
I believe I may have a torn meniscus in my knee. My mother has been in the hospital and now rehab for three weeks and I’ve been running around like crazy trying to take care of everything. I don’t recall doing anything to my knee but it’s been hurting since last week. It’s really, really bothering me today but I won’t go to the doctor because I haven’t met my deductible and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend money in the last days of the year when I can wait a week and have it applied to the deductible for next year. Thanks American healthcare system!
Kudos, putting “BJ” and “rise again” next to each other like that.
thatswhatshesaid
^^^You are so bad!
It was the sales person’s comment when she asked me to sign it. I was just repeating what she said.
My sincere apologies. I did not realize you were quoting.
I shall whack myself with a limp noodle now.*
*THAT IS **NOT **A EUPHEMISM!
I got a skirt steak for fajitas - found one that was mechanically tenderized (basically a pointy machine beats the hell outta it) and was looking forward to nice, tender meat.
You know the silverskin? That tough, chewy, impossible-to-chew membrane that you strip off?
They mechanized it INTO the meat. Pounded it into the surface. No way to remove it, just had to cook it as is and then work around it like any other gristle.
Hmph.