Who the Hell steals plants out of the ground? Some miscreant dug up a lily of the valley yesterday morning, then came back in the afternoon for the other two. Really? Do I have to plant fucking poison ivy or stinging nettle there?
Seriously? I can’t give the ever creeping lily of the valley away! Hostas are gold in my neighborhood. They frequently walk away.
We have a bet going on how long my new super purdy heavy as hell birdbath will stay. TheKid gives it two weeks, I say a month. I will be going and buying stuff to tether it down. Considering someone stole a 400lb wishing well my sister had in the yard when she lived here, worrying about theft is not out of bounds.
My mini-pit - I am now on blood pressure meds. And I kept getting a cramp in my back that kept waking me up all night. I’m getting old. Blah. But my doctor is funny. Instead of saying “at your age” he says “at that number” when referring to things that happen to a girl’s body when she is on the downside of her 40s. 
The fucking people in the next suite over at work are playing the fucking radio so loud that I can’t hear mine. Through a friggin wall. Fuck 'em, maybe I’ll start up the planer, maybe just turn on a router and leave it on.
Two words: bagpipe music.
I appear to be being a raging bitch for no apparent reason. Yay family holidays.
That it a purdy birdbath.
We had a couple of nice hummingbird solar lights walk away - they were right by the house, so the brazen thieves just walked right up and took them. That was a fairly cheap lesson - don’t put anything outside the fence that you don’t want stolen.
People stealing plants, though - I would be supremely pissed.
In other, sadder news, my cat has end-stage kidney failure. She peed the bed last night while sleeping - that’s apparently a sign that’s she’s pretty far gone. We’re officially in, “Terminally sick pet” limbo - she has more good days than bad, and seems to be enjoying life still, but we’re keeping an eye out for when it’s time to take her for The Final Visit.
I can’t find my iPhone 5 charging cord. Somehow, I’ve ended up with 6 iPad cords (between my roommate and me), but for the life of me, I can’t find a single one that will let me charge my phone.
Oh how my husband tries my patience … we are going to an 80s themed birthday party this weekend. I’ve been out of work since November, so we are trying to be cost-conscious and getting this stuff from thrift stores. Since he’s “the guy who takes his pants off” we thought that the iconic “Risky Business” costume would be perfect for him, and super cheap. I was able to find a nice collection of neon and tiger print to put together a good outfit for my self for less than $20. Now he’s decided he wants to be (a pudgy) Billy Idol instead. He REALLY wants me to try to find a leather vest and chaps. WTF dude?? The party is in three days. We have everything we need. Everyone will love the fact that he’s ballsy enough to run around in his underwear. And now he wants to try to find something completely different and (eventually) more expensive. He says we can go looking tonight together, but schlepping all three kids around a Goodwill isn’t my idea of a good time.
And of course Apple just can’t condescend to standardize within their own brand, let alone with the rest of the world.
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Are you sure it wasn’t an animal like a squirrel?
{{Cat Whisperer}}
No, they’re highly toxic.
Grrr. Getting out of the car tonight upon arriving home, glasses fell off, and I promptly stepped on them, breaking them. Despite them being the flexi-frame kind that are supposed to stand up to that. So now I’ll get to replace the frames again (they’re my Glasses of Theseus, having had the frames and lenses replaced identically to the original.)
And then after additional minor annoyances – cut face shaving, cut finger opening soup can, bonked head on cabinets – I loaded up the dishwasher… whereupon the disposal it’s linked to groaned, started spilling out water and the smell of smoke. The hell? Dishwasher and disposal are lifeless, now, after cleaning up that mess.
And I get to take off a half day tomorrow since it’s the only repair time available within the next week.
I’m going to bed.
Jeez, Lightray, you win the thread for awful terrible no good days. I hope the repair ends up being cheap and easy, and that the rest of the week is sunshine and roses for you!
There was a scene in “Welcome Back, Kotter” that had me chuckling in recognition. Gabe gets out of bed in the morning and groans. He says to his wife, Julie, “That was my father’s noise!”
“What, Honey?”
“My father made that noise when he got up in the morning. But he didn’t start making that noise until he was 40. I’m too young to make my father’s noise!”
As I get older, I find myself making all kinds of noises I never imagined I’d hear coming out of my mouth.
Well, I was going to try to sleep tonight, but the asshole fuckhead racing drivers are at their weeknight activity where they make a lot of noise and drive their cars around really fast in the neighbourhood. Gee, they already did it yesterday, so I thought they wouldn’t also do it today, but I guess I was wrong. I should probably try to do something about it soon instead of constantly whining about it in the rants threads.
Also, I need to come up with a name for those people. “Assholes,” while accurate, is kind of uncreative. I could say “joyriders” but that doesn’t sound derogatory enough.
My badly sprained ankle aches and aches and aches even when I’m sitting down. I was told to stay off it but I can’t. Not with an active three year old in the house. I can’t even use crutches because I’ll trip over the stuff she leaves around the house. Also the damned bandage itches. The ER told me if it wasn’t better in two or three days I should see an orthopedist. It’s not even close to better. Fuck.
I’m seriously gobsmacked that people steal yard decorations. Seriously, how could anyone enjoy having a stolen decoration in their yard? I asked Bill, and he says that its a thing. I learn so much here.
The only thing that went missing from my places in AZ were litter boxes, and that only happened that one time and they were both returned and paid for. (neighbor kids took them to make a fort, I bought replacements the same day that the grandparents found the fort and made the kids bring them back, Granddad was so upset that I’d bought new ones that he took the receipt, gave me money and told us all that the boy would pay his money back from their chore money.)
Anyhow, I’m very sorry about your furry overlord. It sucks when this happens. The good thing is that now you can just spoil her totally rotten. Why worry about her diet now? Give her anything she wants. Buy some dehydrated chicken and crumble it on her gooshy food when she doesn’t want to eat.
You’ve given her a good long and happy life. Now its time to give her a happy and gentle ending.
We keep pets because we want to spoil them…now’s your chance to go hog wild with her 
My rant: Currently, my husband is living in a trailer that got hauled in behind a pick-up truck. I don’t know what its called, but I do know that the closet doors don’t follow the tracks very well.
I know this because I managed to run one of the doors over my 4th toe. Yeah, I’m not sure how I managed to single out that one poor little toe, but suddenly I was stuck by the toe. While I was able to battle the closet door to submission…it got its licks in. My poor toe looks like a grape lollipop and the nail is going to probably come off.
I whined to my husband about it and he told me that we were in BFO and that I needed to remember to always wear closed toes shoes. I didn’t bother to tell him that I had been opening the closet to get my shoes, I just beat him to death with one of my boots.
(No, I didn’t. I sure did think about it really hard, though.)
Another of the sites I frequently visit has fallen victim to the tabletisation of the Internet, with big random-sized blocks, huge fonts, and infinite scrolling.
I wish this design trend had a practical motivation behind it, instead of just “what everyone else is doing.”