I have a big grumpy cat sign that says no soliciting as he gives them the middle paw:)). We rarely get anyone knocking on the door now.
We ordered a celebratory woo it’s Friday delivery meal and it is still not here 2.5 hours later.
My housemate got these wax melt things, and now the entire house smells so strongly of ~miscellaneous christmas~ that it makes my eyes water
Those are so overwhelming D:
Television is making a popping noise and screen is remaining blank. Did a sanity check of all inputs and the issue is almost certainly a bad capacitor (or several) which should be a minor annoyance given I’ve got a soldering iron and bins of components on hand, but I can’t get the damn thing off the stand on my own. It’s a hanging setup that needs one person to hold the television while the other does the unscrewing. In non-plague times I’d ask a neighbor or friend for 10 min of their time, now I have to try to figure out some kind of weird bracing thing with boards and books and clamps and whatever.
Cat is laying on me purring. There’s a puddle of drool on my hand.
Kids are kind of assholes.
I’ll buy them
I was having a perfect nap until Daisy’s fart woke me. Now I’m hungry and have to decide what to get.
I have been considering posting a similar complaint for days. You have three times more reasons than I do though.
I planned out a day to go to a new restaurant and try their food. When we got to the in-laws, my food order was missing from the bag. we were 25 minutes away so it wasn’t worth it to go back.
I was really hoping that, just for once, a medical thing would be easy for my little family. Nope. Poor Ewok has every (non life threatening) listed complication and side effect from his surgery.
I’d better pack a backpack and keep it handy in case he develops any of the “call an ambulance immediately” stuff we were warned about, because that seems to be his luck right now.
Sorry. I didn’t know Ewok was having surgery. Such a scary thing to face for a little one and family.
It’s pretty standard surgery for little kids (tonsils, adenoids, grommets, plus bonus iron transfusion because my kid) but still, as it turns out, a real bitch to recover from for some kids.
Still, it is surgery. I never had to have my tonsils out, or other surgery. So I just have my weak but still functional imagination.
Ran over this heavy gauge wire with the lawn mower today. Thanks, people who have been working on the utilities in my street for weeks now, for throwing random things into my yard.
Yikes! Is the lawn mower ok?
The blade was already dinged up badly and I’ve been meaning to replace it (filing it could only do so much). I haven’t looked at it tonight, but I expect I’ll really need that new blade before spring.
This was definitely a “reason #whatever one shouldn’t mow in the dark” moment.
Crap. Backpack sounds like a sensible idea and I am hoping so fucking hard from here that it turns out to be completely and totally unnecessary.
After years of being glued to me Sprocket has had enough and is sitting by himself in the front window, far from me. Is he breaking up with me? Are we over?
At least Daisy is still trying to climb inside my ribcage and merge with me.