Well, hell, if you’re authorized to apply a 20% discount, start by offering 10%. Then when they complain, tell them that due to the importance of THEIR non-profit’s work, your supervisor is letting you bump it to 20%.
Lots of snipping…but I’ve got some questions.
Is it new carpeting? If so, he might be reacting to the smell of the under pad outgassing. If this is the case, leave the windows open as much as possible. It can’t be good for you or your kitties.
If its old carpeting, some other cat might have been going there, so he’s trying to cover it up with his scent.
Get some enzyme cleaner (you have carpets now, so buy it in the gallon bottle) and just hose the area. You can stop when you are the last one to have marked the area.
You said he’s getting old, and didn’t you once say he was a Maine Coon, or some sort of big fluffy cat?
Giant breeds tend to develop joint problems. Aging cats often develop joint problems. If it hurts him to get into the box, he will find another place. While you are getting the enzyme cleaner, look for a lower litter box, or look for ones with really low cutouts at the front of the box.
When my big ol’ fluffy guy got old, I took him to the groomer for crew cuts just so I didn’t have to deal with poop stuck to fur. He couldn’t squat properly because of his sore hips and it would get suck to the long hair on the back of his legs.
My rant: I was eating sticky candy and pulled a crown off. As if that wasn’t enough, I bit down on the crown and broke the tooth. Damnit, I HATE going to the dentist.
I’m getting a pimple or something down my ear canal. It’s pushing on things and all sore and stuff.
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overlyverbose, I hear you. Two is a breeze versus three or four. Today, I think that the almost-four-year-old has been in time out more than not.
But the two-year-old is also making me crazy, with her preternatural ability to ferret out all writing instruments, wherever they’re hidden. I think I have to retouch every single wall in this house, to cover up the crayon, ballpoint, and Sharpie marks two feet above the floor.
Add in the perpetually grumpy husband (I get it, he’s in pain, but he’s making everyone miserable,) and a couple of teenagers, and I’m ready to run away from home.
I would really like a drink right now, but that probably isn’t wise. Also, I have the beginnings of either a pimple or a cold sore on my bottom lip.
Freaking sinus infection. Freaking snot rolling down the back of my throat and screwing up my stomach, making me want to vomit. Walgreen’s that charged me $70 for a stupid generic antibiotic. I pit all of the above.
One day I was in line at the grocery checkout. There was a lady with a small boy ahead of me. This kid was having an epic meltdown because he wanted an ice cream bar that was in a glass front cooler right there at the checkout. (Imagine that!) Anyway, Mom was hanging tough in the NO department but this kid just wasn’t letting it go.
He annoyed me so much I took one of the ice cream bars out of the freezer and plopped it down on the checkout counter with my stuff. I gave him a big “what d’ya think of that, shithead” look. That shut him up!
Like you say, childish. Still makes me smile when I remember it.
Childish story here too: I was sitting at the airport, reading a book and a little girl thought that I should entertain her. What are you doing? I’m reading, go away. Read to me!!! No, go away. Whine…read to me!!! No, go away, go back to your mom. That’s not my mom, that’s my aunt, READ TO ME!!! The aunt was totally involved with her phone and when I complained, she said that the girl loved books and that I should just read a few sentences to make her happy.
I pulled out my e-reader, found the part at the end of “Infection” where Scary Perry killed the other infected person and cut his dick off. At some point, the aunt noticed that the kid was crying and gave me stink eye while dragging her off.
Moral of this story is that if you expect strangers to babysit annoying kids…don’t get upset if we do things to make them go away.
So heading home tonight I got caught by a cop for doing something everybody does everyday. But since it was night I didn’t see the cop vulture around the corner.
And low and behold my issued ticket is a charge of “pay for the cops vacation”(ok so it’s impeding traffic). Now, impeding traffic is 0 points and 180 bucks. What I am truly accused of doing is making a bad turn on red, which is 2 points and 100 bucks. It is also true that the no turn on red sign at that intersection is improperly posted and it is a pile of bullshit.
So my choices are
- pay 180 and be done with it.
- lose a day of work , go in with my color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was, and have the judge fuck off on the law and end up giving me the two point offense
- Hire a crack-whore lawyer for 500 to go in with the color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was, with the infinitesimal possibility of forcing them to repost the sign to code, and likely ending up paying the fine anyway.
God I hate cops and lawyers and politicians.
Sucks when you get caught deliberately breaking the law, doesn’t it?
Ah, this made me laugh! Something I would totally do, probably from a Stephen King novel.
Why does this school computer have to be so slow? It makes getting caught easier.
People - what a bunch of bastards! I think I would have just changed seats - your idea is better. 
Can you spare any hate for people who get caught breaking the law and whine about it, instead of being grateful for the hundreds of time they did the same thing and didn’t get caught? How about realizing that most laws are there for a reason and by breaking them people often endanger other people? How about some hatred for the entitled few who think laws and rules don’t apply to them?
Yeah, you may have triggered one of my peeves.
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How about one from the other side? I heard a story from my dad about the time his aunt and her granddaughter (age 3-4) were in a waiting room and she (granddaughter) was trying to read her little book. A lady sitting next to her began trying to engage her in conversation–“Oh, do you like that story?” “You’re a pretty little girl!” and so on. Finally, exasperated, she looked up and snapped, “You’re a-worryin’ the shit outta me!”
Thanks, I think I’m going to use that.
My husband bought a stoplight. I’m not really sure what more to say.
ETA - make that TRAFFIC Light. I did some googling and that’s it’s official name.
That way he can mount it in the living room facing the couch, with the red light on.
“Honey, I can’t go, I still have a red light!”
Or in the bedroom. 
Don’t encourage him.
Actually, I shouldn’t complain - it’s kinda cool. In an “I’ve had three gin and tonics and no food for lunch after this happened and now I’m drinking beer because I’m home” kind of way.
Or in the bathroom. Fucking prostate. The lady from the doctor’s office calls and said I should come in for the appointment prepared to give a urine sample. Honey, if I could pee on demand, I wouldn’t need the fucking appointment.