Should have told that to my husband when he brought one home from a thrift store (“But it’s only $5!”). It’s probably been used about five times since he got it years ago.
Hell, I don’t know which is worse, if I bought and then used it, or bought it and then let it sit idle. Probably using it would be worse.
Well, one would think so. OTOH, crushed sugar-free hard candy makes pretty decent cotton candy. The texture does differ from the dry-sugar version, but it’s not bad.
Hmmm, may decide to lobby DH, given that he needs to make up some points fast, as much of a bonehead as he’s been today. 
Can someone explain the purpose of a cinnamon broom to me? The nearby Whole Foods has a metric shit-ton of the things outside the produce entrance…they’re hideous, and they make my sinuses feel singed.
Apparently and based on a search, to make your sinuses feel singed. The descriptions I find seem to indicate those things are supposed to smell like a cinnamon plantation just exploded.
Ohhhh, I gotta get me one of those. Seriously, I love cinnamon. I don’t know how the cats would react to this, though.
I dunno, I love cinnamon, but I think those epitomize the “too much of a good thing” concept.
Why did that raccoon have to get itself run over right in front of my house?
Now I either have to get a shovel and dispose of it, or continue to have vultures flying over my house for the next couple of days. That wouldn’t be so bad, but now I have this tune stuck in my head.
Earlier today, my left foot and the headboard in the hallway (waiting to go to storage) had a brief but sharp displacement issue: they both wanted to be in the same place at he same time. The headboard won. Now two toes on my left foot are very unhappy, and I am trying to celebrate my husband’s birthday from a mostly sitting position. This sucks.
Him: Oh I do all my shopping on-line. I don’t go to the stores anymore. They can all go out of business as far as I’m concerned. blah blah blah
Me: I prefer to see what I’m buying before I buy it. I also want it now, not shipped to me where I have to worry about picking up a package.
Him: You just order it, it comes in the mail and if it doesn’t fit or you don’t like it when you see it, package it back up and give it to UPS.
Me: Your wife may work out of the house and be there to pick things up all day. I have to worry about picking it up and returning it. Besides, like I say, I want to look at what I buy first, and there’s no way I’d buy clothing over the internet.
Him: blah blah blah, best thing ever, blah blah blah, so easy to return it.
Me: I don’t feel like taking two weeks to get the right pair of pants and sending shit back. Seriously, walk into a fucking store, look at what you want, try it on. What’s so fucking hard about that?
Him: greatest thing ever, blah blah blah, you should buy everything on-line like I do, close up all the stores blah blah blah you should buy everything on-line
Five minutes of the hard sell about how I should buy everything on-line like he does, with me repeatedly saying NO in multiple different ways
Me: Look, I said NO. I’m not interested in buying CLOTHING on-line. Just let it go, ok?
Him: keeps pushing the issue.
Me: I said no, let it go. (walked away from my desk just to get away)
Two days later;
Him: Best Buy thinks they’re going to compete with Amazon. Best Buy should just close down, they’re obsolete. No one goes into stores anymore, I buy everything on-line.
Oh Shit, here we go again, time for another walk away from my desk moment.
At my weekend job I share a desk with two other people (first and third shift guys). Why do they always leave the keyboard sticky? It’s yucky. Maybe because I’m the only girl they think I like to clean up the place? I don’t.
I figured this was too mini of a rant to go in the workplace rant thread.
The only thing worse than having a dead random critter to take care of is having a dead skunk. That’s what your post reminded me of…and I’ll see your vultures and raise you a dead skunk. Because if it’s going to go through my head, I’m gonna share.
Dangit Lynn I got your mindworm even before I clicked on the link. I tried to chase it out by thinking about another song and now this one is stuck. The mail lady has her phone set to “Hey there, Delila” for when her granddaughter calls. I’ve sometimes burst into very bad, out of tune, song when her phone rings.
Ravens and turkey buzzards must not have much of a sense of smell, because I’ve seen them eating dead, bloated skunks.
My rant: Bill wasn’t able to fly out this weekend, so he spent the time going over wedding plans and buying socks for the groomsmen. Nice, dove gray, silk socks that cost almost 20 bucks a pair.
One of us is taking this way too far, and its not me. Who would possibly notice that the grooms aren’t wearing socks that don’t look the same. (Its his money, he can spend it on whatever he wants, but if he tries to buy matching nylons for my attendants, he will probably get hurt.)
Who ever heard of a Groomzilla?
Well, Groomzillas IS the next logical reality show.
For the most part, Bill is a rational and reasonable guy. I’m honestly amazed that he is obsessing over this. Its just a fancy party and he’s held a lot of them over the years. The man owns a tux. I’ve never known anyone who actually OWNS a tux. His black tux wasn’t good enough for our wedding, so he’s buying a dove gray tux. And a matching hat and boots and SOCKS!!!
Sorry, got a little carried away for a minute. Its all Lynn’s fault. When I get a mindworm, I share it, so texted Bill with the dead skunk song. He sent me this one while telling me that I was much hawter than my avatar.
ARRGGGHHH!!! Mindworm, beating my head against my keyboard isn’t helping. I think I’ll go torture my cats. Their claws need clipping.
Too late to edit, but is it too early to get a divorce?
Yes.
Because you have to post pictures of this wedding so the rest of us can share in Bill’s madness.
Here’s a non-earworm for you. It has nothing to do with dead animals of any sort; I just like it. http://youtu.be/Rq8uSN-lSD4
Humpf, we just broke utube. From what I heard before utube died, it sounded like a nice song.
Its going to take me a while to get used to Houston traffic, but no time at all to get used to the good internet.
I think that Lynn might have jinxed me because a skunk just went off in my backyard. Flock, I love this time of the year because I can leave my windows open. Not tonight. We don’t need any stinking skunks!!!
Bill has redemed himself with this link. Don’t we always feel like this when our printer doesn’t work?