You may want to change your perspective. It may be the unofficial start of summer, but it’s the official start of gin and tonic season.
I absotively love them. The entire island nation of Sint Maarten/Saint Martin has zero traffic lights. Every situation where a light would ordinarily be is a traffic circle instead. I can drive all over the island without ever stopping.
There are a few T intersections, but even there there’s no stop sign, because you’d have to be crazy not to stop.
Must be the reason I’m looking at the cutest white mules/slip on shoes, I am not a white shoe person prefer red tbt but I feel I must get the leather huaraches in white because it’s official summer wear!
I’m trying to get a payment plan set up with the IRS (I know, I know, I’m running a bit behind schedule) but I’m stuck in a loop where their website won’t let me move forward until I authenticate through their ID.me app, but the damn app keeps telling me I don’t have authentication authorized … but then gives me no way to do so.
I’ve un-installed & re-installed, that didn’t help.
Federal holiday, so can’t call, even if I had half a chance of getting a live one on the phone before I simply grew old & died.
This is so frustrating.
Have you ever previously created an account with any dot gov agency, social security admin, IRS. ? I was in a similar position.
If you did they may still have your username info and want you to use one that to verify your identity.
Our home remodeling is 99% finished (why he isn’t hurrying to complete things is weird, since there’s a big check for him at completion).
Friday he came up to me laughing his ass off. He’d stopped by to see what his two guys had done. One of them had just returned from getting lunch, but he was holding off on eating because he was overheated.
The contractor was loading trash into his truck when he saw our old dog Loki walk up to the styrofoam take out box, get it open, and wolf down the food.
A few minutes later the worker went to grab a bite and saw it was all gone. He approached his coworker, called him a fucking pig, and took a swing at him. Contractor pulled them apart and told them the dog ate the food.
Now whose fault is that? Not Loki’s! 
A couple days ago, one of the decorative drawer pulls on my bedroom dresser just broke and fell off. It’s a fancy looking thing with a threaded tube sticking out the back, and a screw going into the tube to hold it on. It was the tube part that broke off, so husband used a bit of JB Weld to stick it back on, and all was well. However, that was entirely too simple and husband didn’t even get to use any of his tools, so he looked at the drawer pull until he imagined he could do a better job. He took it off again and fucked with it until he broke it real good. Three days later, he is still playing with it and I am trying to call furniture manufacturers to find a new pull for this discontinued bedroom set. It’s not going great.
Will they start being uncomfortable on September 3? 'Cos if you might still want to wear them after that day rolls around, there may be some people who object.
Good luck (ask me how I know)! Better to do some shopping around and replace all the hardware with a style that you like.
After not receiving what I needed for my grants eight days past the requested deadline, I finally broke down and involved my boss and CEO. They wanted me to forward the emails I sent to Always Late so I think now she may be getting a talking to. I don’t want to get this person in trouble. Her mother is dying. But people’s jobs are on the line for fuck’s sake. I emailed her four times! It causes me so much stress when I don’t get these things on time. I couldn’t sleep last night I was so worked up about it. I got about five hours of sleep. This person is fairly high up in Executive Leadership so our CEO is her direct report. But they are also best friends which is how she got the promotion in the first place. I think she’s qualified in a lot of areas but really struggling in this one.
I would have texted Always Late directly but I was too upset and didn’t want to cause a problem.
I’m still upset.
Progress is steady on these applications, but slower than I would like. I’m doing my best and assuming I actually get what I need I think I’m on target for COB Friday. That will give us two days in case tech goes haywire.
You did the right thing. If Always Late wasn’t able to do the required task, because of work or personal stress, she still has a responsibility to communicate that and direct you to someone else so that you can find another solution. It’s unfortunate, especially if her mother is dying, but it doesn’t absolve her of all responsibility.
You got this!
At this point I’m just manifesting and aspirational shopping.
Is it basket weave with a cork sole
Or the vegan leather in the pfas free sole.
I want to quit my job
And bank SS. Of course I’m saving every nickel!
Maybe you could find someone with a 3-D printer to fabricate one?
I got my things!
Nine days after the original deadline I requested them.
Whatever, it’s all in my hands now. That’s all I ever wanted.
I don’t know. Sounds complicated!
Yesterday husband reattached the pull to the dresser. He then tightened it until it broke again. Then he reglued it and reattached it. That’s the current state of affairs and as long as no one ever opens that drawer again, it’s fine.
I’m leaving out the long saga of JB Weld, Super Glue, sawing off the bolt, buying a new drill bit, redrilling the hole in the drawer, drilling a new hole in the metal pull, replacing the bolt with a screw, using a washer, dremel-ing off some of the glue build-up… I mean, damn. If another drawer-pull falls off this dresser, I’ll have to replace the husband.
Sounds like some of Ducky’s projects!
Just how likely is that for that particular drawer? Now, if you do have a drawer (with matching hardware) that is rarely opened, you could swap drawer pulls (this is probably a long shot, considering how much handling the damaged one has been through).
Forgot to say, yes, we did that. The damaged dresser pull is now on the bottom drawer of his nightstand. I don’t know what’s in there but it’ll just have to stay put.
My question for the world is, why do birds hate me? I actually kinda like them, except maybe when I’ve been up late and don’t realize how late it really is until I hear the fucking “dawn chorus” at around 4:30 AM and wish they would shut the fuck up. But basically I like birds. I love songbirds. I have them all around my place.
So why do they always shit on my car? I don’t mean some occasional splat. I mean that on the rare occasions when I don’t put the car in the garage, they home in on it like an enemy target. There will be no evidence of bird shit anywhere else, but at least one nice splat on the car. I swear, if I left the garage door open, the birds would fly right in just for the privilege of shitting on it.
And it’s not just the car. I have a splat of bird shit on one of the back windows of my house. How can a bird even do that?
Gary Larson must have been spying on you! (Link is to image on Pinterest.)
