I hate this Real ID nonsense. I’m going to try to live without it. I had to renew my license last year, and for the first time they’re doing renewals online. I was all excited until I realized that I would need to go stand in an hours-long line at the DMV to get the Real ID, but then I found out that I don’t have the documents I need for that so I renewed online. I can renew my passport, which is probably easier (and quicker) than going to the DMV.
I tripped I fell I hurt my knee the bruises
are a mystery to me. From my ankle and now some toes the bruises encircle my lower leg and it shows a nasty
lump over the patella, doctor said that’s one unhealthy fella! Maybe
fractured could be bleeding, she took an X-ray and sent me home to wait
But first the nurse must seal my fate now I’m squeezing my left arm
from a shingrix vax it
hurts too but what’s the harm.
Ouch…
I have two neighbours in particular that I’m trying not to wish death on because of their loud vehicles. One guy drives a truck that, I swear to God, sounds like the world’s loudest jackhammer when he roars through our quiet suburban streets. The other guy drives a car with the loudest sub-woofers I have ever heard (felt?) in my life. Like, I’m in my kitchen with the doors and windows closed, and my heart is rattling in my chest from his sub-woofers as he drives down the street.
I used expanding foam for the first time on Friday (to plug up some holes that wasps would dearly love to use to make a new nest). I didn’t know that if you get expanding foam on your hands and don’t clean it off ASAP, you will spend the rest of your life trying to pick it off your skin, even with many, many scrubbing sessions with acetone. Duly noted.
I just saw someone on facebook trying to say that banana republics are socialist and thus Biden…
Someone stole my credit card number. Again. ::sigh::
Happens to me at least twice a year. Fortunately it’s my work credit card, but still a royal ass-pain.
Attention-grabbing headline on the Fox News website:
James White’s father dies in car crash, inactive for Patriots game vs. Seahawks
But there’s a good chance he’ll be back from the dead in time for next week’s game?
Hubs mentioned that he would like some of my pickled jalapenos. Being the dutiful wife* that I am, I promptly got up and started slicing peppers and smooshing garlic (garlic needs to be smooshed for my recipe). Water, garlic, salt went into the pot and I reached into the pantry for the gallon bottle of white vinegar. After I poured a cup into the pot, I realized that a gallon bottle of 99% alcohol looks JUST like a gallon of white vinegar if you don’t bother to look at the labels.
I’m really glad I didn’t have heat involved, garlic infused alcohol probably wouldn’t have made the best room freshener.
*Not as much as I would like to fool him into thinking. I’ve been picking pecks of peppers recently and was happy to get the suggestion.)
Omg. I’m glad you caught that.
I really doubt that I would have caught the pot on fire, the smell tipped me off as soon as I started stirring. Usually I have the pot heating while I’m gathering other stuff, so adding 99% alcohol to heated water and smooshed garlic would have ended up making a big stink, making us open the windows so we could smell the smoke instead.
Please do notice that I did NOT bitch about hubs putting the bottle of alcohol in the pantry instead in the other closet where the cleaning supplies go. I am a nice person who doesn’t call my husband an idiot in public.
We’re not the public, we’re family.
Yeah, yeah, and Ed Hardys are douche-alist and thus Republican.
I haven’t figured out what Sunglasses Huts are yet.
WHY do you have a bottle of 198-proof alcohol in your house, let alone in your pantry? That stuff should be in a flammable storage locker.
I’d reconsider putting non-edibles (especially toxic ones) in the pantry. Of course, this is coming from someone who can’t get her own husband to stop leaving a can of Lysol on the kitchen counter (he insists on using some on his hands when getting into the shredded cheese), no matter how many times I point out to him that a tired, distracted cook with dubious peripheral vision might well grab that can when trying to grab the cooking spray.
I’m sorry, I’m confused. I just grabbed the bottle and read the label. Its 99.9% pure isopropyl alcohol, which is now easily sourced again. Why would I want it in a storage locker?
He sprays Lysol on his hands? And then reaches into a bag of shredded cheese? I’ve learned that many people have odd habits.
Non-edibles are not supposed to be in the pantry. They belong in the cleaning supplies and random house fixing shit closet.
The nice part of this is that hubs pulled all of the spices out of the cabinet to see if we had any dill seeds (as long as I’m messing around with pickles, why not?) and we were able to sort and toss stale spices. No dill, clean cabinet and the non-alcohol brine tasted good.
You will never hear me claim my DH is normal :).
I agree that non-edibles should not be in the pantry or near food prep operations. My husband firmly believes the Lysol strategy will keep the cheese mold-free longer.
The way to keep the cheese mold-free is to shake it out of the bag, instead of reaching in like some kind of animal. (And not to dump leftovers back in!) If he cannot be broken of the habit of reaching into the bag, buy him a box of nitrile gloves instead of letting him put his bare hands in the bag.
I am a long way from being a clean freak, but that is disturbing.