Her change machines gyp you.
Crud! I was getting close to finishing up the Great Laundry Room Remodel of 2013, and one of the screws in the 240 volt outlet for the dryer decided to strip, so now I have to go buy a new one.
The stupid part is it will take me longer to drive to the store than it will to actually put in the new outlet.
At least my new nail guns work well!
As best I can tell it’s Season 1, Episode 1, Family Funny Business.
I’ve been there. Several times. Believe me, while her place is nice, dammit, it ain’t normal.
:eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
I’m still freaked
Well, I did not get my car fixed. I followed Night Audit Lady’s directions to her husband’s shop and sailed right on past it. I ended up taking the long and winding way due to not turning around right and found myself on an impromptu tour of Weavervegas. It’s beautiful up there. If I’m ever in a situation where I can buy land or a house again, that’s where I’m looking.
So I went down the Parkway to the farmer’s market for some roma tomatoes. I stopped at the Moose Cafe near the market for lunch. They have the best apple butter on this planet. The. Best.
I got three romas and two marigolds for less than five bucks. Then I went home and promptly locked my car and left the keys sitting on the passenger seat. :smack: I now know I can climb in my window to get inside if I need to. The automatic door unlocker now lives in my purse forever and ever till the end of time.
I took that as a sign that I need to stay home. Maters and marigolds are planted and I thinned out my basil a little. Busy day in the garden, no?
Well, the throat is happier, but I’m still seriously stuffed up. Throw in cramps, and it’s definitely Monday.
Nettie feel better soon!
Deep breaths Rosie, deep breaths.
Irk is just never endin’! Sigh. Back at it!
I’m sorry.
Look, we’ll get you your very own nail gun. It will make everything better.
Two hours later and $255 poorer and I am home from grocery shopping.
I told the kid we’d better not be going back to the store for at least 2 weeks.
HA!
The way he eats.
People are rude.
The parking lot wasn’t crowded, and I spied two spots in front of the store.
One of them was next to a handicapped space and the car in the handicapped space was over the line on the other side where the diagonals no parking lines are.
Some bitch whipped through the parking lot and grabbed that space and parked over the line on the other side so she was taking up two spaces.
She got out of the car, stood back to see that her car was over the line and turned and walked in the store.
Back in the days when I had an old truck I would have parked next to her anyway, perfectly centered in the space making it too tight for her to get back in her car.
Time to knit. I’m logging off for the night.
Home, dindin et and da bear is tahrd beyond tahrd! I feel like I could go beddy bye right now. I won’t, of course, but I feel like I could.
Heh.
At one of the stores I used to work at, there was some self-important twit who used to park his fancy cherry red sports car diagonally across two spaces, presumably so no mere piece of trash average car or junker would ever be in danger of actually touching it, or coming close enough to gasp some lowbrow soot on it. One fine day, as I was passing said twit-car, I noticed a mighty nice (and fresh; paint flakes on the ground) damage area on one of the quarter panels.
Call me a jerk, but I smiled, and the scene kinda made my day.
I like to think some old dude in a pickup truck just backed right into it (not being parked normally, and all) and just drove off, oblivious to the horror he likely wrought.
Happy? Monday, all…
You are an
evil,
rotten,
devious
B$#%&!
Mebbe that’s why I likes ya.
Ya know, if we combine my evil ways with your spidey powers we could rule the world.
**Sandfroid ** I’d been laughing too.
Heh heh heh. I know that, to quote a Dilbert panel I have saved, when you find a big pot of crazy it’s best not to stir it, but oh this Pit trainwreck is way too much fun for me right now. I’m waiting for the inevitable storm off in a huff. I predict it’ll happen sometime this week.
Until that time, I must find my bed and sleep in it. G’night y’all!
From a box, with a lot of stamps on it, addressed to Guam. :dubious:
Gotta start somewhere
How about we start by getting rid of the really annoying people, like perhaps certain Arkansinians (doesn’t that sound like a character from Men in Black?). I’m thinking ship them somewhere like Sri Lanka where they could begin life anew, say as a spider curator.