Ordered 3 (!) 42-lb bags of cat litter from Amazon. To spite the UPS dudes who damaged the previous order of 1 bag and declared it “undeliverable.” Payback for making me scramble to get it from the store. If this order is damaged, the next order will be for 5 bags!!!
You can watch TV when house is ready for company!
I am a breakfast person. Eat it as soon as I get up in the morning & have done so for about 45 years.
Today is the first day a medication that I have to take first thing in the morning on an empty stomach & can’t eat for about an hour.
This is screwing me up & I’m all out of whack… I’m cranky 
To the bed delivery guys who dragged the filthy 100-lb mattress box into my bedroom across my ivory living room carpet, thanks loads. Now I have to have the rug cleaned in both rooms. X( ~X(
It’s taking me way too long to figure out this medical billing mess. It shouldn’t be this complicated!
You told me you’d be here at 2:00 on Tuesday 22 I even repeated it back to you. It’s now after 3:00 no call and my calls to you go to voicemail.
Good grief ! You are such a buzzkill. Stop whining about everything and enjoy the company of your family. If there is anyone I know who should be thankful right about now, it is you. Please , for your own good and the good of those who love you, find SOME positive thing to focus on, if only for the few days you will be together .
Closed at 19,000. Yup…end of the world as we know it…
I know I’m being a weenie, and I know this is really a first-world problem, but: I don’t know if I can watch the new “Gilmore Girls” episodes without you. I miss you.
Um, no. To the stranger who opined that I was trying to drug my little boy for more “quiet time” - did you not see the huge red hives that led to me getting out and dosing the emergency Benadryl that I carry with me because he has multiple severe allergies?? It was just good luck that this didn’t require the Epi-pen.
To the spoofers who are trying to access bank accounts: your typos and grammatical errors are hilarious. No one has made “an suspicious attempts” to log on, so you have “temporary suspended” the (non-existent) account (we don’t bank with that bank). But your email title was the best: “7 new massage alert”. When do I get my massages?
Not many folks in the office today so the “top guy” walked around to chat with people about their Thanksgiving plans. Oh, except for the 59 year old woman. But I am used to this now…
Irrational exuberance is never a good thing.
Cleaning all day today. Cooking all day tomorrow. Spending Thanksgiving with my pretentious family sucks!
At work when I should be home sick. Can’t take the day off because there’s no one to cover me. Can’t go to the MD because I owe them money from my surgery. What’s DH doing? Working? Nope, hardly any of that this year. Cleaning? Setting the table for tomorrow? No, napping. SMH
I’m glad we keep it simple, and have relatives who feel the same way. The "Thanksgiving as Martha Stewart dinner party relatives, “you do you” and we wish you well. Instead of battling two days of insane traffic we’re happy to phone. We eat what we want, when we want, have a cozy 'ole time, just three of us and the fur family. Yeah, the smell of homemade bread and apple pie! A missed dust bunny or furball just adds to the ambiance.
Ten years ago, right now (it was Thanksgiving that year), you were dying and died before I could get there. I miss you so much. I am always so relieved to know the last words I ever spoke to you were “I love you”.
I don’t know what you were trying to play at when you asked me to look someone up in a FB discussion post I started with a condescending tone as if I didn’t know about that public figure.
Especially considering I’ve discussed this person with you countless times in the past as she is an alum of our college. And the condescension hasn’t gone unnoticed as several FB friends, especially those who were fellow classmates at our college have PMed asking about it.
And you then wonder why is it most people…including longtime former friends from college and earlier in your life along with the vast majority of your immediate/extended family refuse to have anything to do with you.
First big holiday without my SIL. Just not the same
I am not the crazy one.