I like bats- he can move in here for a bit. Tie a little ‘Please look after this bat’ label on him first though, so’s I know I have the right one.
Things I have so far learnt irkin’ at the post office sorting place: approx 10% of my fellow citizens either don’t know what a postcode is or don’t think leaving it off matters (hint- it does); approx 0.1% don’t think they should even need to write which town or county their letter is going to. Of course we know where X farm on Y road is; after all, one of our vans drives past it all the time, right?
Glitter is a really daft thing to fill an envelope with, unless your aim is to make the sorting office and all who work therein sparkly; it will leak out. The centre’s already sparkly amyway.
Also, Santa has an office in Belfast where all his mail is automatically redirected, and he appears to be the only person to have his own label on the sorting bench.
It’s supposed to be a cloudy 41 degrees outside. That seems to be as good as it gets.
Nothing special to do today
Laundry, pay a few bills, choose my plan and irk.
Get some bleach, a mask, and some gloves, as well as a cheap broom and dust pan that an be tossed with the shit.
Nuts I’d happily send you the bat if you really want one. He’s probably not a bad fellow but he isn’t housebroken. If my guests aren’t able to use the toilet then they need to take their business outside.
Spidey, Spidey, Spidey whatever are we going to do with you?
Electric heaters? Good quality newer ones can be cheap and can be aimed right at the pipes in question.
Old bat story – flying kind and not the kind I used to date. Great Uncle had lots of bats in his barn and it was all fine with him. Until the colony got to the size that guano ended up on his tractor seat. Come then it was time to thin the flock. And we had it down to a science. A couple of us kids would be on one side (rear) of the barn with BB guns and the adults would be along the other side (side) with shotguns. And maybe some vodka. The memory is a little fuzzy.
As the bats would start to come out in the evening to hunt, we would fire some BBs in the air. The bats thinking they were insects would gather in thicker groups allowing the shotguns to really slaughter them in mass. Fun was had by all.
Woohoo! My order from ThinkGeek will arrive today!! It includes a couple of gifts for my daughter and the giftfor the family crazy exchange. Looks like I done good ordering it when I did, since it’s out of stock now. I’m going to fill it with Hershey mini candy bars. It was more than $10, but then most things are these days.
Moooooom have you tried a crazy exchange? Before you start, everyone draws a number out of a hat. #1 picks first and opens the gift. #2 then gets a choice of what #1 picked or one from the pile. If #2 steals from #1, #1 picks another gift. #3 then gets to choose from the 2 now open gifts, or one from the pile. and so on and so forth.
Alternately, there’s the game we play at the Chorus Holiday Party. Random words from the *original * poem “The Night Before Christmas” are written on pieces of paper and thrown into a hat. Each player picks one word. Each time the word is read, that player picks a gift from the pile or swipes one from another player. No replenishing in this game, and there are far fewer gifts than players when we do it. The gifts are not unwrapped until the reading of the poem is finished. Sometimes, someone will end up with multiple gifts during the game, then players “pounce” on that person. The player with “night” is always the happiest because whatever she picks at the end cannot be swiped.
**rosie **- that’s how we do it - either picking numbers or names or Scrabble letters. At my MIL’s house, she always writes a story that starts with everyone holding an unopened box. Then she has us passing to the left, to the right, across, whatever, and in the end, you get what you got, unless you can persuade someone to swap with you.
I’d like to come up with a variation on the theme this year - we’ll see how creative I can be.
That’s just what the shark mouth’s should look like when they rain down on a certain cee-mint (is that like pepper-mint?) pond.
Seriously though, welcome to spam hell. I was thinking of starting a Pit thread about them. I bought something from them last winter. Today is the 10th of Dec & I’ve received more than an email a day from them this month. It’s Cyber Moanday; we’ve extended our Cyber Moanday deals; you not get free shipping, now it’s x% off.
It’s crossed the line from marketing emails to spam. Therefore, I have no choice but to declare them the weakest link. Goodbye! It’s a shame, because I like their stuff & it’s much harder to get a customer than keep one but they’ve sufficiently pissed me off that they’ve lost my business.
Ugh. Princess Pest began the campaign at 3:45 this morning! It’s been several days since I got more than about five hours of sleep in 24.
“Day off” featured alarm going off disgustingly early, with errands, one class, and a final exam in another class on today’s to-do list. At least the class session tomorrow night is optional test review, which I won’t bother going to. I’m confident of the material, and need sleep more than I need that review session.
Bonus points: much wailing by weather forecasters about how we supposedly have the worst storm in six or seven years coming in tonight. We shall see.
