Say Anything.
'Say Anything' is a John Cusak/Cameron Crowe 1989 teen flick. ' A noble underachiever and a beautiful valedictorian fall in love the summer before she goes off to college.' This is actually not what this thread is about, but the message is the same.
Actually no it isn't, I just like imdb.com and the title sounded interesting. /snort
This is not necessarily a vent thread - far from it. This is about saying anything - weather, the bird outside your work window, the fundamental differences between Mormons and catholics, how Law and Order Criminal Intent doesn't get the props it deserves, that I always forget whether it's 'it's' or 'its', that my daughter has a beautiful smile and the first guy that breaks her heart - I'm breaking his knees...it's about anything.
So, say anything.
Has anyone else gotten so angry at their spouse that you seriously wonder who the fuck they are and what happened to the person you married?
Gah *pulls out hair*
Before my husband's hyperthyroidism was diagnosed, his mood swings made me wonder where in the hell my husband went and who was this pod person next to me.
Kudos to you for just giving flowers period! :D
Our a/c was on.
It was "supposedly" 72 in the office, but damn if people weren't shivering. I was visiting the mens room every hour.
I turned off the air at 1. Everyone's happy.
Well, the crib was slated to be here by today. When it didn't show up yesterday, I called UPS to see if I could get a definite arrival date since it's hard to be home in the evenings every day for a week and a half. (Delivery time frame was between the 15th and the 24th.) UPS was zero help. Not to mention treated me like I had no clue how their online tracking worked, even though I JUST told the lady that I had used it to verfiy that it was giving a span of dates. (I used the numbers from the changing table's delivery boxes.)
So, after that useless phone call...I called Target customer service. THEY ROCK! The lady I talked to was super sweet and helpful. She saw the tracking number in their computer, but when she tried to track it online, she got NADA. So, she puts me on hold and calls UPS. They tell her that it will arrive on the 24th. So, pregnant lady camps her front door again. Target lady said she'd call me back to double check on this today.
Fast forward to 6pm today, no UPS shipment. If you put the tracking number in their online system and now ALSO if you call them with it, there is ZERO INFORMATION on the number. Target lady apparently got the same response from UPS as well today. She is going to send us a replacement crib. I should have the tracking information in 2-3days, and if all goes well, it'll be the same shipment time frame that the changing table had. She said she'd also put a note in the system so it keeps her up to date on what's happening.
I swear, out of all of the things that me and my techie husband (and even my Ebay-loving MIL) have ordered, we've NEVER had this much trouble with a shipment.
SA has been websensed by my work. :( :( :( :( :( :( :(
i was under the impression that the combined weight of twins is equal to the weight of a single baby... give or take a pound... so does that mean if it had been a single, she would have had an 18 lb baby????
and she already has 4 other kids... dang. brave woman!!!
This isn't the first time she has tried to almost "control" things I've decided about this pregnancy. Every decision I've made she's forced her opinion on me. *fume* She makes me glad I was an only child. Thankfully my husband's sister is nice though. This SIL is my BIL's wife.
Between that and the gross smacking, sucking sounds she's making while eating candy corns is about to make me cram something, anything in my ears...
:rolleyes
is about to make me cram something, anything in my ears...
My supervisor came in this morning and said he could hear me typing from down the hall.... EVERYONE has been complaining about my typing lately.... must be these new nails I got for Halloween....
On one hand, I guess it's a good thing my nose is sensitive enough to smell something very bad.
On the other, FAHK, I wanted to sleep.
It's hard to put into words, but if you imagine burning skunk and burning plastic, then you're not far off. *puke*
My mom's cigarettes stink so bad that she woke me up twice this morning with them.
On one hand, I guess it's a good thing my nose is sensitive enough to smell something very bad.
On the other, FAHK, I wanted to sleep.
It's hard to put into words, but if you imagine burning skunk and burning plastic, then you're not far off. *puke*
Oh yuck! I hate being woke up by smells. Sometimes my mom decides to fry mush, and that smell gags me. Other times she'll light these incense matches (instead of bathroom deodorizer), and it's over powering when I first wake up. Fortunately neither one of these things are done on a regular basis, or I would have to throw the matches away, and probably break the electric grill.