Oooh, schedule my pets’ appointments using an app you say? That sounds fancy! Download, fill in pet info, go to schedule appointment…and now tell them what I want and they’ll get back to me.
I don’t even want to find out how this works beyond this, because all I imagine is a lot of back and forth when I could have just called the office in the first place.
Also, I want to setup a teeth cleaning, and their appointment choices include pre-dental exam (required before teeth cleaning). This seems to be a new thing. I’m not bringing the dog in for an exam to schedule dental work. You see him on the regular, we all know he needs regular cleanings*, and I know when I want to do blood work and when I don’t. Am I suppose to use the “other” option for that? Again, this app is not making my life easier!
All this app has done so far is managed to make me mad at my vet’s office, and they may not deserve it. I don’t know how to apportion my anger yet–likely some will be for the app and some for the office. I guess I’ll find out when I call this morning. :mad:
*though not on an exact schedule that matches anything else, and it’s hella spendy so I’m not just doing it annually.
Went to install three interior doors in my basement.
All the directions say to start with a door opening that is plumb and level at the top and bottom.
Bubbadog carefully measures doorway that he built
Plumb? yep
Level header? yep
Level floor? Yep
Ride side height = Left side height? Less that 1/16 of an inch
Pre- hung interior doors to fit into door opening?
Not square, not plumb, casinge are different lengths WTF?!?!?
So basically the part of the job that I built was right on specs.
The part that I paid almost $200 a piece - CRAP!
This nutjob deserves his own thread, but Morphou Bishop Neophytos says that homosexuality is transmitted to a fetus when a pregnant woman has anal sex.
We went to a small gem and mineral show yesterday. I went because I like wasting money on such trinkets as trilobites, fossils and pretty rocks. My BB went because I wanted to go. I go to his hobby shows because he wants to go, it all works out. I found a very nice 4 inch agate bowl and 12 agate marbles to put in the bowl. (I also got a well detailed 2 inch black trilobite on black slate, and a couple of crystals.)
BB and I didn’t really think about what I was bringing into our home because we were talking rocks and cutting them and geology and shit instead of thinking about cats. Specifically, 1 very opinionated grey stripy cat who is in charge of decorating. Missy the cat and Karen our housekeeper have a constant battle going on over the knick knacks. Karen picks things up and dusts, then puts them down in the same place. Missy insists that things are all faced in the RIGHT direction/s so when nobody is in the room, she will get up on the forbidden furniture and set things to right. For the longest time, Karen thought I was doing it and worried that she was in some sort of trouble.
At about 3 in the morning, we learned that if some asshole cat gets on the 4-foot tall dresser and knocks over a bowl filled with rock marbles onto a hardwood floor is not a lot of fun. (I am still missing 2 marbles. I am sure that they will appear at some future bad time.)
As the slave of a pair of Maine Coon cats who are dedicated redecorators, I can strongly recommend the use of “museum wax” or “Quakehold”. Works a treat, much to The Girls’ annoyance!
While I do use museum wax on some things, the aforementioned housekeeper likes to pick things up rather than try to dust around them. Its not something I can use on the things in arms reach to her. Das Glasperlenspiel You very kindly sent me 2 beautiful glass beads a few years ago. I would like to say thank you again and I am currently wearing the blue one on a black velvet ribbon.
Morgyn I can’t really answer that question, but I did notice that the ceiling fan blades needed to be dusted…
Cats are jerks, and they have no purpose. They didn’t have a purpose back in the day and they don’t now. They try to pretend that they moved in to hunt mice and rats, but we didn’t need cats for that (Not to mention that they are too lazy to kill rats over a garbage pile, they will just scare the rats and eat the garbage themselves. They like humans because we make tasty garbage.), we had already bred rat terriers before cats domesticated us.
As it turns out, Missy the rotten cat doesn’t want stuff in the bowl at all. Saturday night, I filled it with scented potpourri. This morning, the bowl was pretty much where I left it, the potpourri was all over. Last night it was empty and didn’t seem to have been moved.
She hasn’t ever really moved the bowl, and its light enough for a cat to easily bat off the dresser, she just removes the offending objects. I kinda think she is right, its a very nice bowl that looks pretty enough that I don’t need to dress it up.
And, of course, a slight complaint about the boards being down. At work, its feast or famine. We are either working our butts off or sitting around surfing the internet or studying. Today was famine and the boards were down. I don’t post a lot, but I lurk all the time. It was soooooo boring that I actually went into the document storage room and waved a duster around for a while before giving up because I wasn’t finding any dust.
Sometimes, you see a depiction of a classical art piece in/on which the naughty sinful parts are covered with a fig leaf.
After spending the last 15 minutes crawling around inside an overgrown fig bush in search of ripe figs, I’m wondering if anyone has ever placed a fig leaf on their sensitive bits, because HOLY BALLS MY ARMS ARE ITCHY. My left arm has welts, and I think I’m missing a small piece of skin in one place.
On the plus side, I have enough figs to cover breakfast for the rest of the week. They’re black mission, if you’re wondering.
Down side is scratchy, up side isn’t. On fig leaves, I mean, or at least in the varieties grown around my home town. In general, leaves’ two sides tend to be quite different to touch.
Yep…both varieties in my yard have leaves like that. I guess you could wear the leaf with the smooth side facing the tender bits, but the leaves wouldn’t curve properly. Who knows, maybe they were taking artistic license with those depictions.
I swear, one of these days I’m going to turn him INTO MITTENS.
Wouldn’t eat his greenies with the meds inside. Just kept pushing them along the floor and licking. So I put him in his carrier with just the greenie to eat and what does he do? PISSES ALL OVER IT AGAIN.
Well, fine. Eddy gets to eat in privacy and at length in the powder room, and Shiva gets NOTHING until tomorrow morning. See if he refuses his medicine then!
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I wanted to go to bed early again.Now I have to give Eddy extra time because the powder room isn’t a place he’s accustomed to being in, much less eating in. Probably ought to go keep him company.
I’m on vacation with my family and my sister-in-law is reading the Boy Who Knew too Much, the “true” story about a little boy who’s the reincarnation of Lou Gehrig.
I want to say to my sister, “no, he’s not a reincarnation of a famous baseball player, and second you’re Catholic, pick a belief system!”
