The Rants Came Marching One By One (March minirants)

Fuck RTA furniture.

:mad:

It goes out to pasture in the afternoon.

{Goes, Googles} Ah, ready-to-assemble. I’ve got lots of good RTA furniture, but I can see how it could go horribly wrong.

It was the “assembling” that was pissing me off. Nothing new there! :slight_smile: It’s all put together now.

After the last Sauder Furniture fiasco I told Mrs. Kelevra that we would never again buy RTA/particle board crap furniture. If we can’t afford real wood then we will do without until we can save up for it.

Seriously, I thought we were going to get a divorce we were both so pissed off.

Remarkably, diagnosis of ‘phlegm’ seems to have been correct and the round of suppositories (this is France, after all) worked. If only the smog would clear faster, we’d be feeling all right.

It is, however, a good thing that baby and husband are cute.

As a new parent this concerns me. Isn’t phlegm in the throat? So why would a pill go in the other end?? And how do you get diagnosed with phlegm??? I’m going to have nightmares tonight.

I’ve been reading my first James Patterson novel. It’s one of his earlier ones, which are supposed to be better, but…Jesus, how did that clown ever get published? I’ve read better written toilet graffiti.

My local favorite Mexican restaurant is having a St. Patrick’s day promotion, including green drinks (although they wouldn’t have to mess with the lime margarita).

No word on whether there will be corned beef and cabbage enchiladas.

This St. Patrick’s day crap must stop.

It sounds like it’s already a little hoarsie. :smiley:

Yes.
Because this is France and they don’t like to give you things to swallow if there’s a way to stick something up your bum instead. True story: I was in false labour and they gave me a suppository to give myself to ease it off. When I went back the second time, they were all out and- very apologetically- gave me a pill to swallow.
Your very nice French-Egyptian doctor peers down her throat and says ‘she have lots of fleg-um’ and you try not to laugh hysterically.

Don’t have nightmares. It was just a postnasal drip made worse by the smog here.

Fuck. I decided to attempt to part the kitty from his new found mousie. He bit me by accident. I’m going to have to go the ER when my husband gets home and can watch my girls. He’s purring loudly by way of apology right now. Why didn’t I wait until he dropped that damned rodent in my favorite shoe?

Gee, I hope your bite is better soon.

It’s completely fine right now but I think the precautionary principle is best in this case. Thank you for asking.

Make sure you know where Kitty’s immunization papers are. The bite will be reported to animal control, and they will want to impound him for observation if he hasn’t had his shots. They may impound him anyway.

My cat is one bite away from the Rainbow Bridge.

A while ago my sister’s cat scratched up my hand pretty badly when I took a catnip toy away from him. His claw was hooked right in my hand and it was scary, but I managed to get it out (and not go to the hospital.) We threw the catnip toy away, and then the other cat got it out of the garbage and started playing with it. sigh

Had a shitty day at work. Came home, trudged to the mailbox in the sleet, and found that two packages of seed beads had arrived. Yay!

Got inside, and discovered that two of the tubes had been crushed during shipment, completely emptying them of their contents. :frowning: There was a plastic bag inside the package that mostly contained the beads, but it had a small tear. The outer package was intact, and I had opened the package on a carpeted surface, so I’m pretty sure I haven’t lost many beads…what a mess though.

Really? All they did was give me antibiotics and said nothing about animal control. But they were firm. You really must go to a doctor if you get bitten by a cat. The doctor told me it can take up to twenty-four hours for a problem to develop. And problems can be very severe if left untreated!

Kitty’s fine. I just made the mistake of getting between him and a mouse.

Aww, gee. I feel your pain. I love working with seed beads and I’d be miffed too if something like that happened.

A local restaurant here in Sacramento was offering corned beef and cabbage ravioli.