It’s fucking hot and humid and I have a bushel of peaches that need processing. At minimum, this means scalding each one in boiling water so I can rub the skin off, then halving and removing the pit from each of the little fuzzy fuckers (at least they’re freestone peaches). Hot and messy, and not in a good way.
The handle of my hand-held shower has a long crack in it. Naturally, it’s on the side facing the bathroom, instead of the tiled wall. I wonder if duct tape will fix this little spritzer.
You can buy pipe repair tape that will work far better than duct tape.
They do make waterproof duct tape, and I’d guess that if you’re really careful wrapping it and give yourself a fair overlap on the good portions of the hand-held, you should be able to stopgap for a while. Given that even the hand-held shower heads can be had for less than $30, why don’t you just replace?
I’d like to take this opportunity to pit the people in the apartment complex next door for sharing their music with me. I just love the sound of accordions and tubas wafting in though my window for hours on end on an otherwise peaceful Sunday afternoon.
Its Polka time. get up and dance.
What, no bagpipes? 
I would like to pit everyone who is posting from their cellphones - I can overlook the occasional typo and figure out what is intended, but the cellphone posting is out of control - it’s like people are posting in a language that isn’t English (not that there’s anything wrong with that - on a non-English message board). So many random words!
I already *have *the duct tape.
This isn’t particularly aimed at Jayjay, it’s more about my own financial situation, but anyway…
It’s starting to get on my tits when someone tells me to buy something and says “It’s only $30!” or something, like that makes any difference.
When I say I have no money, it means I Have No Money. After groceries and transport costs, I have approximately 40 cents to my name. And no, I really can’t cut tighten my belt on groceries either. We’re already eating “hamburger” mince, rice and bulk-buy potatoes. Every thing in my trolley each week is “Black and White” brand, I feel like I’m lugging a zebra home.
There is no “only $30” for me. And what pisses me off the most is that it’s friends to whom I’ve been talking about my financial difficulties, and to whom I’ve just expressed my complete and utter lack of financial solvency to, who will say that. ARRGH.
Sierra Indigo, I feel your pain. People come over to do things like clean gutters and look at my now dead car because they know I have no money. While they are in the middle of helping me, they will say that I need some random thing that has nothing to do with the repair, but because its cool and only costs $30.
Your car died? Ow.
Went to see a movie this afternoon and there were only a handful of people in the theater. I swear the people who sat ONE seat to my right after crawling across us just as the previews were starting were trying to hit every SDMB complaint about movie goers.
First there was the arrival time and seat selection process. Then about an hour into the movie his phone rings (Song ring tone that went on and on before he finally answered it).
I thought he had just had a quick hi sorry I’ll call you back conversation because it ended fairly quickly but he must have lost the signal because he then he CALLED THEM BACK.
As I was sitting there stunned someone a couple rows behind us yelled “Hang up the phone asshole” and he finally did but he finished the whole experience by spilling his popcorn over the people two rows in front of him a few minutes before the end of the show.
Fess up - which one of you is it?
Fuck you for being cheap at such a weird time. Fuck you more for acting like you’re the only one who knows shit about anything. Fuck mayonnaise. Fuck potato salad. Fuck you for not eating the potato salad. Fuck whining. Next fucking time I hear whining about how I’ve cleaned the fridge I am gonna take a jar of mayo and use it to fuck you up.
I had to throw out salad dressings, eggs, cheese, mayo, miracle whip, potato salad, almond milk, yogurt and other things because the fridge is FUBAR and i don’t get the new one delivered until Tuesday.
Fuck you for your constant bitching and fuck you for thinking you’re the only one who knows the value of a dollar. If you want to be sick, knock yourself out but nobody’s joining you . Do not kiss my ass, do not pass go and i am keeping the $200.
Yeah, for the most part they’re trying to be helpful, but it’s like “Do you REALLY think I would have left the cracked shower attachment spraying water all over the bathroom if I had ‘just’ $30 to repair it? Really?”
My method of repair has been a sponge attached with dental floss. The water still leaks, but it leaks instead of spraying and that’s good enough for me for now.
If there wasn’t a screaming toddler with him, it doesn’t count. Sorry, try again next week!
LOL that reminds me - the movie we went to see was Green Lantern and one of the previews was for an R rated vampire next door horror movie. 4-5 rows in front of us was a couple with 5 boys in the 6-7yr old range. Luckily there were a couple of previews after that to calm them down before the movie started. It was only a couple of them that got freaked out but they were freaked out good.
Who in their right mind puts a trailer for an R rated film in a super hero movie?
Send it to Sierra Indigo! (But I am thinking there is an exchange rate involved.)
Naw, **flatlined **needs her car, send it to her. I’m getting by with my sponge and dental floss 
How about a nice mist spray bottle so you can cool her off? They even make ones with soft-bladed fans attached.
Wait, I’m confused. Why did you buy an upgrade version if you didn’t already have Vista? Or if you did, are you trying to use the same license again on a different computer as well? Or did you buy the upgrade version to use on an existing Vista computer, and then decided to use it on another computer instead?
Who in their right mind brings pre-pubescent children who would be frightened by even a *preview *for an R-rated movie to a **PG-13 **one?
My daughter has devised the perfect murder, using nothing but hair conditioner and patience. She knows that inevitably, one sleepy morning I’ll momentarily forget her villainy and attempt to shower without cleaning the tub first.
When it happens, y’all will know the truth. Contact the authorities. And Nancy Grace, that’ll serve the brat right.