Andor Season 2 is frickin’ awesome. Diego Luna is awesome as Cassian Andor. And I love how the Andor directors & Rogue One director let him speak with his normal Mexican accent when speaking English. This TV series is SO GOOD!! AAAHHH!!! Makes my Star Wars heart so happy. 
Dear neighbor/walking buddy – I really wanted to help your lawn guy and give him the business to fix our sprinkler heads since he did tune the system last year and you said he was quite good with sprinklers. Unfortunately, he ghosted us, no showed or showed up so late that we were no longer home about five times. In fact, the last time he finally called back and wanted to come, he was going to be over an hour late and we told him we had to be at your house for a get together of a few couples before then. I called you to see if you were OK with us coming late, but you did not want us to be late so we had to wave him off. I waved to him from your window when he then showed up to mow your lawn We’ve now gotten someone else to fix the sprinklers. So sorry- we really wanted to help him out, but I think he needs to work on his business practice. I hope you say something to him and I hope you don’t refer him to other people.
Dear roofing contractor: We were very happy with your work. You answered texts/calls relatively quickly and did the work roughly in the proposed timeframe. Now, it’s time to pay up. Yesterday, you gave H the bill. H said that I would mail them a check tomorrow. You replied “I can pick it up tomorrow, or you can mail it. Whatever is easier.” I told H it’s easier to put it in the mail. I don’t want to coordinate a pick-up.
I look at the bill this morning. No address. I check their website. No address. I call and you tell me. “I can pick it up today, or you can mail it. Whatever is easier.” I say I’d rather plop it in the mail, so what’s the address. You reluctantly tell me, but say that you’ll be in town at lunch & can pick it up. OK. I’ll be there at noon for lunch. I’ll put it in the mailbox. But if it’s not picked-up when I get home for the day, I’ll put it in the mail. “Great,” you say…
It’s now 4pm and you haven’t picked it up yet. I have a feeling when I get home, I will just put the stamp on it and walk it down to the blue box. Had I just mailed it this morning, you would have received it tomorrow. Now, you won’t get it until likely Monday or Tuesday.
This is why it’s easier to just put the stupid thing in the mail!!!
Stop arguing.
We are enjoying having a new kitten, and we are not at all sorry we got him, but darn, when that discounted bike trip to Willamette Valley in Oregon showed up in my e-mail, I was sad we couldn’t take advantage of it. #firstworldproblem.
So that earthquake this morning was stronger and longer than the ones way closer to us - weird, guess it was shallow at 15 miles? Heard it, then felt it, then it went longer than others - approximately 100 miles from the epicenter. I don’t think I’d like feeling this all the time.
Am I the only one who watches basketball and thinks that “dribble penetration” sounds like a medical condition?
Sometimes I think part of my brain got stuck in middle school. 
Poor kid, had a long day, decided to cut it short to get home early, and then got stuck for 30 minutes on a train.
Happy Mother’s Day to skimom, both skigrans, skibisabuela, and all other moms (and those who serve in lieu of / in addition to moms).
Doesn’t matter what team he roots for…..just wish the whole “organization” would be more forthcoming in “rooting for” and accepting people who are not heterosexual, who choose to control the pregancies they have - to truly be accepting of humanity based on human actions and choices in ways that affect our world.
Well, that was a fawn over the SEC lovefest.
Dear neighbor, H offered to help. Your H happily accepted. But you refuse to accept his help. The more we talk to you, the less we want to talk to you. Please just shut it and realize that you need assistance.
Mother’s day weekend- both a first after 25 years living here:
Dear big bull snake, you did your thing digging under a boulder and having it fall. We had to hire a back hoe guy to put it back.
Dear mom chipmunk, your nest in our AC was not fun to remove and then you decided to invade the house. This then set our doodle into wild mode. Thanks to sticky pads H released you into the wild!
I today replenished my supply of rodent peppermint spray and mouse sticky pads in anticipation of our next adventure.
I’m extremely thankful they were not deer mice.
Dear SIL, I’ve been WAITING and WAITING for those sympathy cards! I’m starting to think you never actually sent them since your brother has received no fewer than three cards from you this year. I really don’t care if you sent them. Just stop joking about it.
Of course I left my parents yesterday and today my elderly mom had to go to the ER. I feel terrible that I’m not there and might be heading back down tomorrow. Today I told my cousin, whose mom is 10 years younger than my parents, buy the vacation house. Do it now. Stop waiting for market prices to go down. In another 10 years, her life will be limited by needing to be near her mom. Really, the time to live is now.
It would have been nice if the website had posted that they weren’t doing the resident free Tuesday this month before I drove all the way there and hunted for parking to see the special Doctor Who exhibit! I guess I’ll return at a different time and space.
I was today years old when I learned there’s a Comic-Con museum