Do I have to mention the entire “rediculous” thing again? Its rIdiculous, you fucking idiot. Fuck, its not an uncommon word…how can any adult NOT know how to spell it? Same goes for the “Choose” vs “Chose” and “Loose” vs “Lose” stuff.
Sixteen?! Wow…you may need to have a talk with him, methinks.
Maybe he’d rather talk about boys. Just saying.
Yeah well, “it’s” is not an uncommon contraction either… 
Rediculous is reserved for circumstances that are *so *diculous, they’re diculous all over again.
Also, as someone else pointed out, you’ll probably be wanting to call a glass repair company.
1.) First and foremost, sorry you’re stuck as being an object lesson in how health care is fucking broken in America.
2.) Your plan covers 100% *for certain services *after you meet the deductible. They do not cover 100% on everything; almost no plans do. There is *no *percentage they could give you that would accurately describe how much of your future care will be covered, because they have no idea what you’ll need or seek. So they say they cover 100% of the things that fall under the plan, and then give limits for other things. That’s how insurance works. If you had an HMO that covered 100% in-network and less than that out-of-network, would you be complaining that it wasn’t *really *100% coverage if you went to an OON location for non-emergency treatment and didn’t get 100% coverage?
3.) Out of curiosity, do you have a yearly out-of-pocket maximum? If you’re not sure, it’s probably worth looking into.
From us to 19 year old stepson:
Rent-free room and utilities
Internet
Food and snacks (eaten in room despite house rules)
Laundry service (wash, dry, fold)
Household supplies (medication, toiletries, etc.)
Maid service
Health insurance coverage
Motorcycle storage
Interest free loans and occasional gifts of cash
Assistance with minor legal troubles
Blind eye to drug use
From 19 year old stepson to us:
Assurance of attending adult education classes daily throughout the next school year in pursuit of final credits needed for HS diploma (unless he’s too tired or doesn’t feel like it)
Daily lies and household disruption
Can’t we all just get along? I can’t believe the personal attacks going on in a volunteer community. What are we, 12?
The good news is that I finally seem to have the ear of the leader and have convinced him that a sit down is in order before the cancer goes much further.
Sounds like it’s time to sell the motorcycle, and use it to pay for some of the debts 
Funny, that’s what the judge said! She made him spit out his gum too. What a bitch.
Got the aforementioned bunny cage parts a couple days ago, and they weren’t packed well - some extra pieces I ordered to try to customize the cage appear to have rattled against each other during the trip and there are a lot of places where the coating chipped off. (Not to mention that it’s a very rough coating on those particular pieces and even feels a bit tacky.) If this was shelving for my garage or something I wouldn’t care, but this is for my bunnies and I don’t want them chewing on the bars and getting god knows what in their mouths. Everything else with the shipment is fine.
So I sent them an E-mail that night, saying “hey, you need to look into this and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with these parts yet” (at the time I thought I might still use it on the top, but now I doubt it). I figured I’d leave it in their court, see if they said “yeah, the coating is different, sorry it chipped” or “whoa, that’s weird, what do you want to do” or something. They were pretty good about checking E-mail before then, including an E-mail with instructions the day of shipping. Now? Nothing.
Yeah. I’m going to be telling them I’m returning the parts.
I’m not talking about typos, its just ridiculous with an “e” drives me batty. I don’t know why. It just does. But a friend told me that if I mentioned it three times it would be tridiculous.
But for a good summer rant, how about we baseball bat everyone blaring a car stereo at 11 into a coma?
So, why are you letting this guy walk all over you? I was doing my own laundry, helping with family meals, and doing cleaning around the house when I was probably more than ten years younger than this loser. He’s a member of the household–and an adult one at that. Start treating him less like a toddler and more like someone who should be contributing–with labor if not with money. He can do his own laundry, clean his own room, help with dusting/vacuuming/cleaning bathroom and kitchen, help with seasonal groundskeeping if it’s a house (mowing lawn when there’s grass, shoveling in the winter if you get snow), help with meal prep, etc.
Well, his mom died last year, but mainly because he’s just that special.
So, what, he got a permanent vacation from being a contributing member of the family? I.e., was he required to do any of the stuff I suggested *before *his mom died?
No, that stuff is for other people.
He moved in with us about two years ago, and his dad didn’t want to weigh him down with all these rules and stuff he wasn’t used to. Besides, at that time he had a job and was attending school (well, most of the time).
Well presumably it’s half your house, too. Let hubby know he can pick up your share of the kid’s slack from now on if he doesn’t want his precious flower to strain a finger.
When I was a senior in high school (i.e., 17), I was carrying a full course load (including AP classes), either in dance *and *teaching lessons or working part-time, and doing household chores (my regular share was dusting, washing dishes, doing my own laundry, helping with meal prep, and trading off other duties like kitchen cleaning, mowing, and shoveling with my younger brother).
I think a 19-year-old who seems to be spending most of the day with his thumb up his ass can handle at least part of that.
Well, the “reasoning” now is that we don’t want to drive him away!* Something bad might happen! But I’ll be damned if I can see what we’re protecting him from, since we really never know where he is or what he’s doing.
*Perhaps we should take a vote on this.
If you’re able to drive him away by asking him to contribute to the family in the same way a prepubescent child might be, he’s got more backbone than I’d give him credit for, which will serve him well in supporting himself.
I predict that if you give him an ultimatum (and stick to it–no empty threats, so your husband would need to be in agreement), he’ll knuckle under like the lazy wuss he is.
ETA: I especially predict he won’t leave because if he does, he’d *still *have to do all the chores (and probably more), but he’d also be out free room and board. You may wish to point this out to him if he gets pouty (or your husband when you’re trying to get him on board).
Ah! And now we have reached the meat of the problem. 
This is a very volatile topic in our house. It cannot be approached without a fight. However, it’s really been weighing on my mind since I was awakened at five this morning by the kid coming home. I keep thinking, “Soon he’ll move out…soon he’ll move out…”