Pocket shark? I don’t think women have those…
ETA: I even tried finding it on “Obscure Spanish & Basque Slang” websites, but no luck.
Her lawyer.
Ah, got it now, thanks…
We’re here for you, flatlined! And Go Go Pocket Shark!
Ah, catered. Yeah, they aren’t much of a treat cold - but fresh out of the oven they are pretty damn good. Of course, almost all bread is great fresh and hot, so that isn’t saying much.
I’ve got a friend who’s been known to run into a Red Lobster just for a biscuit.
Ah, there’s another “Thread That Someone (Who Has More Free Time Than I Do) Should Start”:
What restaurant would you avoid, except they have one item that’s worth getting?
Back in the 70s, I used to swing past Arby’s just to get curly fries and a Jamocha Shake.
Thanks guys! Our Pocket Shark says he can’t really push for legal sanctions at this time because we don’t know what is going to happen with minion’s recovery. After a consult with Jeff’s family, PS is hitting drunk with a civil case demanding financial compensation for current damages which is worded to allow another case for other damages as they are discovered. Of course, its fully understood that the family will never get a penny from the drunk cause he doesn’t have anything, but if he ever gets his shit together and wants to buy something on credit, hungry, unpaid legal judgements tend to have a nasty bite.
When we know which way to go with the legal case PS will release the suit wearing trunk monkeys.
Karen has started keeping the red kitchen towels on top of the fridge. Karen acts shocked that Missy can jump all the way up there, while being blind to the counter top next to the fridge. I sometimes wonder if Karen is playing us, but if she is, she shouldn’t be wasting her time keeping our home when there is a stage out there needing her.
Sigh - and it was going so well… I went to visit son in DC last week. I was a single mom and he is my only child and we have a great relationship except he is under the mistaken impression that I need to be entertained 18 out of the 24 hours of the day. Not only that, he fondly remembers me playing games with him at places like Dave and Buster’s and for some ungodly reason, wanted to recreate that while being blind to the fact that I am now 58 years old and fat and was never actually athletic in any sense of the word.
But I probably won’t see him again before his next assignment, which will be on an aircraft carrier, and therefore ignore the little screaming voice in my head and we play that basketball game where you have a minute to shoot as many baskets as possible, and then we played some insane Sega game where we were in the Australian Olympic and actually run and jump (badly in my case) and some giant machine where we slapped at lights and now my shoulder hurts like a bitch and I am have unpleasant memories of a frozen shoulder.
It hurts when I don’t move it; it really hurts if I move it quickly; I’m afraid to reach for anything above my head and just start whimpering. I managed to get worked in the orthopedic area to see a nurse practitioner the day after Xmas because there isn’t a doctor available until the middle on January, and Motrin is doing nothing for me. Low grade constant pain is making me cranky and I was planning to start the process of cat adoption tomorrow. Sigh again. I wanted to sit on the floor and play with kitties, but if I do that now, I won’t be able to get up without rolling around on the floor like a weeble wobble. But this thread did remind me to go get my Shingrix!
Ever have one of those days?
My new ice maker showed up. I cleared a spot for it, unpacked it, sanitized it put the external tank together, went to put it in the spot for it…
And the freaking thing is about a cm too tall to fit where it was supposed to go.
You’ll need this
GD&R
Pocket Shark, I choose you!
Seriously though, sorry to hear about minion. When I’m appointed dictator for life, DUI involving death or serious injury will be 20 years turning large rocks into small ones.
Cats are weird. Grandma cat has a nightly ritual where she finds all the cat toys in the house and leaves them at the foot of the bed. Our evening assignment is to distribute the toys back around the house for her to find. One night we neglected our duties and awoke the next morning to find an oven mitt had been added to the collection.
I’ll bet there were lots of goshes and darns happening when you found the measurement error, The Vorlon. Hopefully there are workarounds or some sort of percussion adjustments you can make.
Ya know, Projammer I’m not usually mean and spiteful. I’m usually kind and forgiving. Drunk and otherwise willfully impaired drivers (as well as animal and/or child abusers) do tend to bring out the worse in me. There are no good reasons, no excuses, no extenuating circumstances for that sort of thing.
Hops off soapbox and starts scolding you in Grandma cat’s behalf. You only had ONE job, and you failed her. You should consider yourself lucky she didn’t pack up her bags and move somewhere with more appreciative slaves!!!
All Karen would have to do to stop the annual hand towel battle is to use any other color but red. I keep telling her that she can’t reason with a cat, but she has been known to loudly scold food that isn’t cooking to her satisfaction.
The college loan people left a voicemail for me to call them back. They close at 5 on Fridays. I was at work, so I didn’t get the message until after 5. Now I can’t call them back until I get off work on Monday.
Worrying about wtf CFI wants is not how I wanted to spend my weekend. :mad:
Are these the real college loan people, or the unpleasant people who call me and leave messages about my nonexistent college loan?
Real college loan. That’s why I’m worrying.
Thanks, flatlined. The mental image of someone yelling at food while it’s cooking made me laugh. Then again, I could see myself doing the same. Hell, I spend a shocking amount of time arguing with the Roomba.
Oh, I finally dropped my damn phone and cracked the screen. I use it constantly for everything so it was really just a matter of time, but I’m also 1.) naturally careful and not accident-prone, and 2.) broke as shit, so this is very distressing to me. It’s not huge, just a tiny spiderweb off to the side, maybe a centimeter in size if that. But still, DAMMIT!
And continuing the theme of #2 there, my appeal for unemployment was denied. So no money coming in from that avenue. Job hunting has gotten me absolutely nowhere, and a position I really liked even had me do a phone interview and then ghosted me. It’s for online essay tutoring, it’s not like “the position has been filled” for chrissakes.
Fuck me.
We have an HP printer at work, and I have an HP printer at home. To print labels on the work printer, the page of labels has to be inserted label-side down. To print labels on my home printer, the page of labels has to be inserted label-side up. I can never seem to remember which is correct for a given printer.
Oh, and what’s strictly a first-world problem, I have a Band-Aid® on the tip of my left index finger, and of course that means my iPhone won’t recognize it in order to unlock the phone.
Update: I got an email the next day saying they haven’t gotten my income-based repayment recertification paperwork for this year. The reason for that is I haven’t gotten that paperwork yet either. After futzing around on the CFI site for twenty minutes I finally found the forms and printed them out.
Why they want this shit done the last week of the year I will never understand. They do realize that most of us in the real world don’t get our W-2’s until the end of January, right? Oh well, I don’t really want to pay based off this year’s income anyway.* Last year’s will serve for now.
*I got a couple of inheritance payments after my dad’s death. Raised my income for the year quite a bit and will subsequently make my IBR go up as well.
One of my co worker, bless her heart, is a crusty 70+ yo country lady who has lived a somewhat sheltered life. Yet she can handle a rifle, ornery cattle and fixes her shit and does woodwork too. She drives me a little batty sometimes but I like her well enough. BUt I did not need to hear how she went at her ingrown thickened toenail with a crochet hook, she was gleeful in the details, aha she says, guess what I did. I innocnently enough said what? then it got gory with the mental images of her ingrown fucking toenail. I mean last year it was the atrophying vagina and now the toe. WHo shares this shit with co workers?
Did she use the same crochet hook on both?
:eek::D:D
oh jeez,that was a diff old dame, but wouldn’t put it past this one, yet could be her brothers homemade catheter too, :eek: she’s talking to the hand next year, I resolve it!
You might want to talk to a tax guru on this, inheritances are normally not regarded as income.