To be honest, I hang large stuff like sheets and duvet covers to air dry, I hate the big wad of damp fabric. The living room picture window drapery rod is perfect - I open the drapes and sheers, and sort of wedge a hanger at each end and one in the middle and clothespin the sheet, duvet or medieval/renaissance gowns up and check them every couple hours. I also have one of those huge folding wooden monstrosities that I can drape something over. Takes up some floorspace, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t have to deal with a wodge of bedding thudding around =)
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After years and years of leaving my dryer set to “permanent press,” I had to wash some heavy towels, so set it to “hot.” Everything worked just fine, until the next load, set back at “permanent press.” Now there’s no heat whatsoever, regardless of setting. Why didn’t I let well enough alone?
I agree that hanging the big stuff up to dry is the best solution. I even convinced the husband person to install a nice clothes line for that purpose. But it was (still is) feckin’ freezing outside (like -10c) and windy as hell. So big stuff was more likely to end up in a frozen heap somewhere in the yard (which is strategically dotted with chicken and dog shit, albeit also frozen). I need to invest in some serious clothespins.
No curtain rods in this house. No curtains actually. And the big ass folding wooden thing isn’t big enough for a king size duvet. It would take up most of the room and the critters would happily shed their hair all over it again, defeating the purpose entirely.
Nevermind. It’s finally dry and in the ceder chest for now.
panache45, IMO appliances should just work. No excuses. You buy them, pay a crapload of money and that’s it; they work. When they die I get irrationally irate.
(((((Lumpy))))) Wish I could point to something that works.
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My crappy wireless keyboard has been going downhill lately, so I ordered a new one. It actually came on a Sunday, so I was looking forward to being able to use my computer without a major pain in the ass each key. But as always, fate took the opportunity to kick me in the balls just as the issue was solved.
Literally within second of getting the keyboard hooked up, my thermometer beeped letting me know it was time to take the pan of chicken thighs out of the oven. As I was taking them out, the towel slipped, and the balance shitted so that the handle slid forward. Doing what 2 million years of evolution have made unavoidable instinct when something in your hand starts to slip, I clamped down, bring the butt of the pan handle onto the pinky side heel of my hand.
Immediate searing pain and blistering on the part of my hand that I rest on to type and mouse. No real computer work for me today(or likely for three days or so, which will make work interesting next week)
I have either fucked my ankle playing squash in really worn out shoes, or gout. No big red swollen toe, just a puffy foot and painful ankle, but similar to when I had surgery induced gout.
Been a week of ibuprofen and hobbling. I am going to have to go to the doctor.
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I’m not typically someone who wishes violence upon strangers, but I do this guy…
Friday night there were multiple ambulances out and about. A couple headed towards a three-car pile up, and one was apparently responding to an incident at a rec center.
As the last of those ambulances approached us from behind, everyone dutifully pulled over - except one guy behind me. It would’ve been bad enough if he’d just driven by the pulled over cars (and it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen someone do that) and followed the ambulance but this guy took the cake because he spend up and deliberately cut off the ambulance too! What an asshole! I can’t even imagine how someone thought this was okay to do. Too bad there wasn’t a cop around :mad:
Dude, there are 50 people playing games at tables in close quarters. Your larger size does not entitle you to sit especially far from your table, or to throw yourself backwards into your chair - and into MY back. Thanks. I hurt now.
Jerk.
My father is finally applying for Medicare Part B (next year Mom’s new insurance won’t cover him). I tried to help him apply online, but he can’t because there was some kind of mismatch between what we her putting in and what SSA has on file for him. So we had to call in. I spent an hour on hold Friday night waiting for a representative, then when we finally got someone apparently they need to mail him a paper application to fill out. :smack: I don’t have any complaints about the CSR though; she has no control over how long the wait is, she was pleasant, and most importantly she immediately knew exactly what I was talking about & how to resolve the issue.
Because our barn water freezes during extreme cold spells each winter (despite heat tape, etc) we decided on a proactive approach. Purchased a 100 gallon stock tank and an in-tank heater.
Set it all up yesterday and filled it. The weather warmed up overnight, so I don’t know yet if it’s working.
Well, it happened again. I had to fill out an online form, including a password. So I wracked my brain to invent a new password, filled out the form, and hit “submit.” That’s when they told me the password had to have 10 characters, including both caps and lowercase, a number and a special character, and having no more than two consecutive same letters. WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME ALL THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE???
Ruined a homemade pizza because I didn’t realize the Kraft mozzarella cheese I bought is conveniently mixed with philadelphia cream cheese. Who the fuck thinks that’s a good idea? That’s the second time I’ve ruined a meal because of that disgusting combination. No more. I’m done with Kraft.
What possible purpose does mozzarella cream cheese serve?
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I find myself baffled at that myself. Though I normally just buy the whole lump of mozzarella and shred it myself [well for pizza I slice into thin rounds and gently lay them out, but you get the idea.]
I’ve been thinking about this all morning. I can’t come up with anything. The only thing I can think of worse than that is the time I made baked ziti and failed to notice I had bought vegan cheese. shudder
Also, another reason for me to quit this job: snow days. As in, I would like to have some. I understand that we’re a disaster recovery company, and as a result we can’t take snow days. But I answer the fucking phones. I could do that from home, if you would let me.
Yes! A thousand times yes! Why do web designers think that keeping important information secret is good design? Let’s also throw on the pile the disappearing/reappearing icons. A good/terrible example is Yahoo! Mail (not the tablet/phone version). Want to empty the trash folder? Where’d the little garbage can icon go? It’s not there until you move the mouse near the trash folder name then it appears. I’ve not figured out why this is a good thing other than web designers hate their user population.
Fuck fuck fuck. Gout. Fuck my foot hurts. Worse than when tore up my knee, or broke my ribs , wrist , cheekbone, finger socket, coccyx and all manner of other ailments.
Fuck
Taken a boat load of dr prescribed tablets. Predison, colchicin and indomethycin.
Fuck
Ow
Fuck.
And this after cleaning up what i ate, exercising and loosing weight.
Ow and fuck.
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I have a dryer peeve also. Mine is that I can never figure out the stupid dial labels and it makes me look like an incompetent in front of my husband. He does the laundry for both of us and is better at it than I am. On the occasion when I try to help out, I always do it wrong.
The washer makes sense according to how my mom taught me to sort laundry: whites, colors, darks, delicates. But the stupid dryer settings are bizarre: mixed load, cottons, active wear, … I can’t even remember them all now because they make no sense to me. If I take a load of colors out of the washer and put them in the dryer and guess that they are mixed load, the setting defaults to 55 minutes at high heat. But cottons is 40 minutes on medium heat. I need a hair-pulling emoji.
I’m irked by the new Gmail app, because you no longer have the option to select multiple messages and mark them all as read. You have to open each item individually.
I love reading books to my beautiful two year old daughter while she falls gently asleep at night, all cuddled up in a chair. One of her favorite books is about learning the colors. You know the ones, they’ll say “White” by a picture of a cloud, “Red” by a picture of a strawberry or “Orange” by a picture of, well, an orange. However, when you get to purple, what did they find to take a picture of? A can of paint. Purple paint. The sheer laziness of it irks me. IT’S ONLY PURPLE BECAUSE THEY MADE THE PAINT PURPLE!! It’s not like paint is naturally purple or the whole world would look like Prince’s bathroom. I hate that page.