My Zenni order appears to be lost somewhere in the USPS system. I want my purple sparkly cateye reading glasses, goddamn it.
Also, we have to let in a repair person tomorrow because the new owner’s radiators don’t work. Ours do, but the thermostat for the building happens to be in our unit and he apparently will need to fuck with it. Why didn’t the inspection catch that she doesn’t have any heat down there? I know they turned on the heat because inspection day was very warm and afterward I came in here and the radiators, while turned off, were still radiating unpleasant amounts of heat.
Argh. The building sale’s over, can I please stop needing to have strangers in my home?!
I couldn’t sleep last night so I moved to the couch and in the process stepped on something that stabbed into my foot. I pried it out of my foot then went to sleep. What was this thing? It felt like a thorn but we don’t even have any thorny plants like that?
TC #2: I have nine things on my to do list for the week already, none of which are for my actual job. Which I should be doing right now …meh.
The online training I have to complete despite it having nothing to do with my job has required audio steps which you have to listen to in their entirety to move on.
Muppet’s day camp is having Halloween party this week. I was texted that I should send him with a costume if I wanted that for pics. Otherwise, they have plenty to use.
Am I being a grinch if I don’t want my pup to wear a costume if he doesn’t want to (highly likely)? Or is there a more seasonally appropriate term for Halloween Grinch?
Clarifying that I’m somewhere between neutral and meh on Halloween, but that my complaint is looking grinchy for having strong beliefs about animals getting to consent to things (or not).
I don’t think it’s grinchy. Obviously it’s a different story if you’re making an animal do/put up with something they don’t want if it’s for their own well-being, but a costume is just for the humans’ enjoyment. If you know Muppet wouldn’t want one, I think saying no to a costume is a good thing to do.
Met a mom on the playground (at a safe distance lol) who I’ve already met before. But I didn’t remember that until after they left. Now I feel like a jerk.
“no thanks, I’d love a picture of muppet near something spooky, but he isn’t really into wearing costumes. So glad you asked first, so that he and you didn’t ruin the party!”
Last load of laundry, I missed a pen in Husband’s pants pocket. Woke up and realized a week’s worth of his work clothes are stained with black pen ink. We both should have double checked but I still feel responsible. Going to buy a magic eraser to try to get the smudges out of the inside of the dryer.
Uh oh. The bourbon pecans I got as a freebie in my last snack order contain crack. It is going to take all my self control not to inhale the entire thing.
