I cut my fingers badly at work last Saturday and had to get stitches. My right hand has been mostly useless for a week. I have school and I’m a cook. I can get by in life okay, but school and work are awful.
I was supposed to get the stitches taken out today, but my cut isn’t healing. It’s still open. I get to do this another week.
I had the mother of all nosebleeds today—have had them before from the left side but never one this bad, so much and for so long, had to throw two hand towels and two shirts into the cold water wash because of the mess, clean up the sink, bleeahh! Off to the ENT doc tomorrow.
Zippers! ZIPPERS!!! ZIIIIPPPPEERRRS!!!
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Sometimes, I hate having to clean up after people in retail.
Or someone whose marathons are in kilometers.
If you go with Wild Turkey, it’s even seasonally appropriate.
My uncle once had one so bad that he had to be hospitalized because it just wouldn’t stop. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into that. :eek:
Marathons are in kilometers aren’t they?? 
Nope.
What is the K for then? Or, am I thinking of something else and marathons don’t say they are going to be 12K or 26K?
K’s tend to be 5’s and 10’s, AIUI. I think I’ve seen a 15K advertised here and there. Multiples of 5, anyway.
Ah. Marathon running isn’t exactly something I know much about 
The word bipartisanship is making me stabby.
When they’re measured in kilometers, the number is 42, in miles it’s 26.2, and if you measure them in light years, the number is real tiny.
and why would I want to go to someone’s house to eat with people I don’t know intruding on their family time. The one time I did this I was miserable. bored out of my mind in a house too hot and everybody expressing how sorry they were that I couldn;t be wiyh my family. :rolleyes:
To be fair, it’s not *always *like that. My cousin and her husband have a friend who’s joined us for Thanksgiving several years in a row now–nobody asks stupid questions about why he’s hanging out with us, and he always has a great time (since we’re awesome, fun, hilarious, and good cooks, and he fits in great).
But insisting that someone must come join you, or anybody, for a holiday is rude and retarded.
And if you’re Hans Solo you can run the Boston Marathon in less than 12 parsecs.
Psh. *Anybody *can run the Boston Marathon in less than 12 parsecs.
I like rudetarded for short.
There are people, usually extroverts, who simply cannot imagine NOT being around others, especially on holidays. They call you a loser if you’re not going out to the bars every friday and saturday night, because they think there’s something wrong with you (or in reality, fear there may be something wrong with themselves) if you (they) are not constantly surrounded by others. Their entire self-image is wrapped up in popularity and the support and presence of others. Being alone is scary, and a sign of weakness and flaw.
This is kind of extreme. Isn’t it also possible that there are people who are simply worried that someone will be depressed and/or lonely if they don’t have anyone to spend the holiday with? And who might need a little encouraging to spend the holidays with people who are not family?
I agree that there comes a time when repeated invitations become rude and intrusive, but I don’t think every single person who issues such invitations has a gaping character flaw that makes spending time NOT surrounded by sychophants impossible.
And there is the Extreme. I did NOT say anything like the second line there.