I want to go to the opening of a new sewing store tomorrow and I can’t because I am still in recovery. Waaah. They have cute little biscuits and everything!
I got shots and now my arm is sore.
We need to go to Costco, but we realized it’s going to be labor day weekend. It’ll be a zoo today. Universe, grant me the strength to not pregnancy-rage-mule-kick anyone who runs a cart into me. Amen.
Godspeed!
An app I use a ton auto-updated and now won’t work because I’m still on Android 6 (three-year-old phone). My phone works perfectly; this is definitely an instance of the company not caring if their app works for people who keep their phone for more than two years. UGH.
Planned obsolescence drives me nuts and frankly makes me just want to do everything in my life with paper again.
Doc appointment was for an hour ago. Still haven’t been seen.
I’m getting a cold sore.
I’M AT THE BEACH. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MOSQUITOS.
New sewing store?! I need details!
I did not move fast enough to prevent Ewok from running down the hallway and waking up Mr H.
There is a bird trapped in my fireplace. Opening the fireplace and letting it loose in the house won’t improve the situation, so it needs to either find it’s way up the chimney or die.
Not great.
I have told this dude getting my solar set up that there are people sleeping and I swear he shouts everything.
I had this happen at least twice when I was a kid (then I think my parents got a screen or something installed). You need a large towel, larger than the opening, and someone reasonably brave to use the towel to scoop the bird by its wings. Letting the bird tire out a bit first can also be helpful, strategically known in my house as “Waiting for my dad to get home”.
But I hate birds and don’t want to touch it. If the kids do it and screw up we have a bird in the house. I just want it to save itself.
Today is supposed to be a Getting Things Done sort of day and our plans are on hold because my husband doesn’t remember where he put the caulk. We’re both looking for it now, but I had to pressure my husband to agree that if we still can’t find it we’ll buy a new tube of caulk so we can finish this project that’s been on our list for three months.
ETA I found the caulk in less than two minutes in a room my husband said he already checked. He sent me this a few days ago and part of my Tiny Complaint is how often it’s true:
Our washing machine died just as I was starting to wash my fabulous new thrift store clothes. New part won’t be here until Tuesday, and even when it arrives, not sure I can put it back on because of how tight the bolts need to be. May have to wait for husband next weekend.
930am niece- are you home today, we want to stop by for a quick visit
930am me - yes, I can be home, what time?
946am me to brother- I got a text from niece, are you stopping by today? I need enough notice to change out of pyjamas or plan out my errands
1004 brother- we’ll be in the area in the afternoon, not sure exactly when, but we’ll text when we know
me- great, afternoon is enough info*, I won’t go further than the plaza in the afternoon
259pm niece - hi
Me- hi!
Me - do you think you’re coming here soon, or do you still have more errands?
343 brother - should be there in about an hour
me- okay thank you for the update
417niece- we are on why
Niece - 40 min
420 me- great! Do you want me to order in or cook something? I wasn’t planning to, but if you aren’t getting here till 5…
440 niece - we’re actually going out to dinner with someone else later.
Anyway. My afternoon visitors turned up after 5, after I avoided messy projects all day. Now they are gone and I’m going to buy food. Partly due to rage. Partly due to hunger
*apparently I’m needy and DID need more info
Brother is inconsiderate.
Brother is. I bought and ate food. It is threatening to reemerge. I should have eaten less
My ex graciously decided to take the kids for a night. He skipped his night last week and will be away next week.
But the kids texted to say that they’re alone at his place and there is no food in the fridge and no can opener and can they come home because they’re hungry.
And he refuses to get a texing app so the kids can contact him, so they text me to pass messages to him and he messages me back. I don’t want to be in the middle all the time.
Your ex is a dbag. Are you doing a rescue mission or do you want to send me the address and I can order skip the dishes?