I raked the leaves to the front of the font yard into a big pile. I started bagging them, but I just ran out of steam. A landscaper truck was polling by; it had a huge vacuum on the back. I bribed the guy to vacuum up the leaves… and now I feel guilty.
Also, the chain that attaches to the handle in my commode broke. Luckily I was able to fix it with a key-chain and a pliers…
Is it in pill form? Just put them in a pill organizer or a vitamin bottle. If it’s liquid you could also find a different container. (Note that this is a legal product so I’m not advocating for anything illegal.). If it’s a vape you should probably source a different form.
Seriously, I’d doubt that there would be consequences even if the people that clean your room saw the container. They probably wouldn’t know what it was and even if they did, I’d doubt they’d care. I suspect the intent of the rule is to keep people from trying to sneakily smoke delta weed which can be dangerous on a boat. They certainly aren’t going to check your pills.
My cousin and her son snuck in their own vodka by putting it in a mouthwash bottle and adding blue food coloring, although the cruise lines might be onto that trick by now.
Hey, a key-chain is classier than paper clips.
I have my uses… but what they are my friends are at a loss to tell me.
according to the cruise line it is illegal to take on the cruise at all. a lady was recently caught trying to sneak CBD gummies onboard and she is now banned for life.
Some, not all, breast cancers have a tendency to metastasize into the brain. The treatment options for that are few, bad, and tend to produce cognitive problems - sometimes severe ones. Plus all the other battle damage the poor woman has accumulated. Good on ya’ for stepping up and best of luck to them.
A very good thing you are doing.
Absolutely and wholeheartedly seconded. @kayaker, you and the missus have a good life, good on you for sharing some of the sunshine with the less fortunate.
Forgive me for asking, but did she or did she not make the lasagna? I get that she was confused about the long-ago dead people, but did she have any leftovers to share?
Some good news about the septic tank debacle. It sounds like insurance will not cover anything that caused the damage, so we’re on the hook for the septic tank cleanup and rooter guy. But they will cover the damage itself, so we don’t have to pay for the restoration company that’s coming in to clean up the mess, which is the most expensive part.
Meanwhile, I have a nephew getting married this weekend and had to travel by myself for the wedding, because my wife literally had to stay home to deal with shit.
She did not. The wild thing was, she seemed so very normal. I actually thought she seemed to be doing better than the last time I spoke with her. She was cheerful; happy to be offering me the lasagna.
Oh, wow. That really is sad.
It’s lousy when ladies lacking lucidity leave leftover lasagna lacking.
(Why yes, since Snoop stopped smoking sinsemilla has seen a surplus in supply. Why do you ask?)
I have a cold and a massive headache. Potty training remains unproductive despite taking up 33% of my day. My husband is trying to catch up on work so it’s just me and the kid, until about 4:30pm then we are going on a date. I’m the meantime I just don’t want to be parenting right now. I just want to be in bed with the covers over my head.
Then my fitness watch says to me, “You seem stressed. Try to relax.”
Uuuugh.
With my daughter we just bought “pretty panties” and told her she could wear them if she used the potty. Boom! She was potty trained.
Two years later we bought my son superhero underwear. He wanted nothing to do with them. He said he liked his diapers. I had visions of him going off to college in diapers, but things eventually worked out
My trick for potty training is naked time. If the kid has no pants on, they won’t want to just pee on the floor, so they’ll use the potty. Wearing underwear is too akin to a diaper, which they are used to peeing into,
(Of course, naked time only works at home. But it worked for me for teaching my son how to recognize when he had to go and incentivized using the bathroom)
I’m reminded of a single-panel cartoon (New Yorker?) from the early days of PCs. The pic shows two people talking in the foreground and a crumpled boxy thing in the background. The dialog reads
My computer beat me at chess. But it was no match at kick boxing.
Sometimes hurling impertinent machines across the room can be very therapeutic. Even if you’re just throwing them at the cushions of the couch.
As to potty training.
I know I and my 2 bros were all kinda slow on the uptake about that, and especially about overnight. I sure don’t recall my parents expecting it to be a project accomplished in a single long afternoon. And we were all neurotypical, or at least mostly so. 
Have you perhaps set up an unrealistic expectation for yourself / your son which is adding to your stress?
I don’t know. I’d like to have him at least day trained by March, his 4th birthday.
I don’t know if that’s realistic or not. After Thanksgiving our Board Certified Behavioral Analyst (BCBA) told us they can potty train him. It will help to have extra support around that process.
What I can’t do until March is run him to the bathroom every thirty minutes to sit on the toilet for 15 minutes or longer with nothing happening. I will lose my mind by then.
But we are gathering data and I think he can go for a longer interval than we first assumed. We collected data, but because he was in pullups where we couldn’t tell wet from dry, it was garbage data. Now he’s got his very own superhero underwear and we are getting much better data.
I think I’d be in a much better mood about potty training without a cold and a headache. But my turn is almost over, we are going out tonight. I’m almost there.
Is it worth the stress on you and him to do this when he’s clearly not ready? You’ve made an arbitrary deadline, but nothing bad will happen if he doesn’t reach the goal line you’ve set for him. You’ve said this several times.
As I was told, child milestones are a process, not a race.
This week in shelter shenanigans:
–We agree to take in four small dogs because the owner is getting old and can’t handle that many dogs. That happens all the time and we expect some signs of minor neglect (fat dogs, dogs with overgrown nails or coats). But when they pulled up… the dogs were covered in their own waste and clearly had been for quite some time. One had- surprise!- given birth that morning and wanted nothing to do with the babies. And one… had a lower jaw just dangling limp from this mouth and a tongue hanging out. His nose was at an odd angle. And he REALLY REALLY stunk.
They told us his name was Shitball and that the owner’s boyfriend had kicked him in the face three months earlier, breaking his nose and jaw. It probably goes without saying that they had not taken him to the vet for that… or anything else, ever.
Our vet says there’s nothing we can do this far after the fact and any surgery would do more harm than good. The dog’s had several baths and is rocking a silly haircut and one of the employees has him as a foster-but-no-way-he’s-coming-back. We’ve been spoiling him rotten and he still seems amazed by it all, but he’s happy and able to eat and doesn’t seem to be in pain. One of the four puppies is still going (being bottle-fed by my other co-worker), but three didn’t make it.
2 . A lady bought a “Himalayan” cat from Petland, which, for those in civilized states where this kind of thing is illegal, is a pet store where they sell mill-bred animals, often “designer” puppies, for thousands of dollars apiece. More often than you would think, people regret their $4,000 purchase after a couple days or weeks and bring them to us. It’s usually dogs, though.
First off, it’s a completely regular-looking cat. Cute, but nobody in their right mind would look at him and think “Himalayan.”
By the time she brought the cat to us, she had soured on Petland (something about his papers not being in order so that he could be bred or shown, although I got the impression some of her friends had also been horrified that she’d gone there).
The thing about Petland, she said, is that there’s something not right about the puppies. And she knows what it is. You see, she knows completely for sure that the Chinese have been making animal/human hybrids for years now. And now the United States is doing it. And that’s what’s weird about the puppies: they’re part human. They’re part of the experiment. They’re being sold for purposes of bestiality because it’s not legal to have sex with a dog who is all dog, but… with a part-human, it’s a gray area, I guess?
She called back later- repeatedly- to tell us that his microchip was a GPS that Petland would use to track him and they were going to come for him and also come for her. Okey dokey.
III- A guy who kept calling and calling, screaming and swearing and threatening that, if we didn’t come get his puppies right away, he was going to kill them and leave their carcasses on our doorstep. Eventually, we agreed and asked for his address… which we relayed to the police. No idea what happened after that.
D) A litter of kittens turned in today. When we peeked in the carrier, one was unable to get up, convulsing intermittently, and having trouble breathing. The owners were clueless. Couldn’t tell us how long it had been going on, what happened… had no idea she was sick at all.
She was calmer when I held her. Still obviously critical, but calmer. So, long story short, my work week ended with a trip to the only vet open on Saturdays to have this poor little bean put to sleep. The vet thought she might have been stepped on.
So I’ve… had just about enough for one week.
How you refrain from going on a murder spree I have no idea.