BE PREPARED TO STOP
I hate that road sign. You should always be prepared to stop, right?
BEEP!
Man I’m tired of every fucking thing in my house beeping!
BEEP!
Instant pot up to pressure? BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Instant pot done cooking? BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Seriously, it’s ten beeps.
Microwave beeps with every single touch of a button then seven times when it is done cooking.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Refrigerator beeps if the door is open too long. Same with the freezer.
BEEP!
I was standing in my kitchen this morning turning circles trying to figure out what was beeping.
There should be a law.
BEEP!
YES. For the love of Pete, at least alternate with the occasional low-pitched sound. Endless shrill beeping seems to be the price to be paid for urban life.
Yes, I wouldn’t be surprise if our cat starts beeping.
Reminds me of the seatbelt buzzers on cars (ca 1979). One automaker even had a chime module that was a drop-in replacement for the buzzer.
We have a state highway that goes around town, with one location along the highway with a stoplight and they have those signs up near the intersection. But that’s not the mini-rant-iest part of that intersection. It’s the fact that the left turn lanes are yield on green, rather than dedicated arrows. Yes that’s right, with traffic coming at you at 65-70 mph, you do NOT have a protected left turn.
Although I can’t count the number of intersections in town where you have to wait interminably for your left turn arrow, because they apparently think it is too dangerous for you to be able to make a left turn on green in 35 mph traffic.
My mini-rant: I spilled a ton of rolled oats all over my kitchen floor today. We get them in bulk, so we keep a big bin of them in the cupboard and it slipped outta my hands. But that’s not my annoyance. My annoyance is the husband who comes dashing upstairs, I assume ready to save the world, and instead of asking, “Everything ok?” or “Oh, that stinks - need help cleaning up?” he responds with his usual, “Why did that happen?” Then his lamentation about lost food. “That’s such a waste. Why do we have to waste so much food?” The proceeds to ask me half a dozen questions. All of this with the vacuum cleaner on, which I’m using to clean up the damn spill.
- Thanks for making sure I didn’t break a toe or something.
- I don’t know why I spilled the oats - profit? Cruelty? Because I was bored and felt like I needed a reason to vacuum in the middle of a workday?
- Yes, what a waste - the two cups I spilled probably would’ve fed a family of four for several days had the oats even made their way out of my pantry over to Africa.
- Don’t ask questions so I have to keep stop-starting the vacuum cleaner, dammit.
Ahhhh, this pandemic. Giving us so much togetherness and so many more things to argue about. I’m sure I’ll hear about this once my husband comes up to stare at me for a while, while I pretend I don’t know he’s there until he comes and stands next to me, reading over my shoulder.
Isn’t the answer to all of that, “It was an accident”?
My answer would have been “If you don’t get the fuck out of my face in three seconds there’s going to be another accident!”
But then, when overwrought I tend not to be exactly a master of diplomacy and cordial relations. 
“Why did that happen?”
“Just to piss you off, of course.”
Followed by “I can’t hear you with the vacuum going …”
(I’m sorry if I caused anguish by posting in the wrong thread. I’ve deleted there. I think this is the right thread. )
My wife’s brother was just found dead in his chair. He was suffering poor health. He was a hardcore alcoholic who had lost most of the use of his legs. He was a hardcore GQP and Trump supporter; it took forever for us to get him vaccinated ( and it had to be J&J because he didn’t want to take two trips). Some of the holiday dinners in recent years ended with political jabs back and forth.
His mom died less than two months ago… and even though he was a Vietnam Vet, she did everything for him. He complained constantly; nothing was ever ‘right’. If you bought/brought over groceries, everything was ‘always wrong’ and he almost never paid you back for any of them. In many ways, he was a child… but he’s dead now.
He should have been in Assisted Living 5 years ago… but he wouldn’t go. He wanted to write his son out of his will for cutting off all contact with him… but he never wrote/signed that will… so that’s going to be a can of worms.
( Truth? He lived his life like an arrogant entitled FOX Ahole & he fucked over his entire family at every turn. He was a Misery to his mother and the rest of the family… and a racist big mouthed bloviator to everyone else. He hadn’t held a job in 15 years because that sort of racist BS went out with Wallace.
He’s dead now… and now we’re Still left cleaning up his messes. He died on 9/11. I think he would have wanted it that way. He never cared what anyone else wanted or needed anyway. )
I’m raising a toast to your bro-in-law. For his military service, and to the fact that so many people are better off now without him.
Salut!
It doesn’t sound as if he’ll be missed much, if at all. At least this is the last time y’all will be having to clean up a mess he created.
I’m sorry; I just needed to say it Somewhere. He hurt people who loved him with a laugh and believed all the Alt-Right Woo. He dove a wedge between himself and his only son over something as stupid as football… and his son grew up to be ‘somewhat’ like him, but he has his good side too.
His son is coming up from Fla, but he has been vaxxed & wears a mask so we’ll put him in one of the bedrooms. The police put a padlock on the door to the BIL’s apt until his son comes up (to make sure nothing gets taken?). MIL had a plot she bought for him long ago, so in there BIL goes; still the paperwork with the state is a nightmare. The remaining BIL will have to find another place to live, money will have to be spent to get the house up in showable condition for sale.
We’ve already decided not to say a word about the intended disinheritance. He spouted a lot of Trump horseshit too while alive so why not chalk it up to stupidity, a lack of empathy, and 12 cans of Bud a day for 20+ years? Honestly, with the padlock on, we have no clue what his finances were/are.
I just hope he paid taxes.
I’m sorry, too. That came off sounding callous. I’m afraid I was thinking more of the relief you all might be feeling to have an end of the burden in sight rather than of the loss of a family member who was undoubtedly loved.
Don’t spend more then you’ll get out of it. Especially in what appears to be the current market. In my area there are lots of companies advertising to buy a house “as-is”. Obviously not top dollar, but it certainly reduces the hassle factor.
Now’s the time to sell a house “as-is”.
Houses are going for well over asking price with ZERO work (or even cleaning) done to them. Friends of mine just bought one, and I’m betting if it’d been cleaned up it would’ve been out of their price range.
There are a lot of companies out there ready and willing to make their meat off of the misfortune of others. That said, the house is a 4-family house and near mass transit; there will be bidding wars… but you can’t sell unless you are 100% up to code.
This is absolutely true. Just in the last few years the housing market has changed drastically, with single family home real estate investment trusts buying up home specifically for the rental market. They’re not interested in living there, so don’t give a rat’s ass for the cosmetics, they just want to know they can get a certificate of occupancy for renting it out.