Maybe he was trying a homeopathic remedy?

bwahahahaha

In all fairness, I think that he wet them first.

So sorry for all the miserable things that have been hitting the Buffistas (I've been out of commission with a bad sinus infection and huge amounts of work for the past two weeks).

But so much has been going on!

Pretty hair, adorable sprog, cute kitties.

No news here, but I wanted to check in.

Except, for amusement's sake:

A while ago it was warm in the office, so I wanted to put on sandals. I had a pair tucked under my desk. It's a big desk, heavy, and they were in the far corner. I leaned over, but couldn't quite reach. I stretched, scooted to the edge of my chair, and stretched some more. The chair tipped over and I landed on the floor, under the desk, with the chair on top of me, upside down. I have limited space between the desk and thing behind it and the chair's large (poor planning, but I'm stuck). And I was stuck. Pinned in a small space under a large chair, with its wheels sticking in the air. Couldn't get the chair right side up at first. FINALLY managed to put the chair back, started to move out from under the desk and then - in a rare flash of intelligence - pulled the sandals out before I got back in the chair the right way. (I thought about calling for help, but there wasn't anyone around ... and honestly - I don't need to get a reputation for doing something that dumb.)

(Also...paper towels? On a grease fire?? Dude. I know that maybe you think "OK, water isn't supposed to go on a grease fire", but...who thinks PAPER TOWELS go on a FIRE?!?) (Isn't it baking soda or something, on a grease fire? Or, um, FIRE EXTINGUISHER?)

My sister's old roommate started a grease fire in the kitchen and despite being somewhat clueless, did have the presence of mind to remember not to douse it with water.

So he went with ice cubes instead.

It worked about as well as you're picturing.

At a previous job we had a copier that tended to overheat. One day it caught fire. Flames coming out, smoke, smell of burning insulation - a real fire. One guy ran into the room, grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall, turned it upside down, prepared to spray the flaming copier ... and stopped. People yelled at him to put out the fire. Later, when asked WHY he hadn't immediately begun dousing the fire, his response was, "I didn't want to ruin it."

Thanks for the further ~ma, y'all.

Maybe he was trying a homeopathic remedy?

Bwah!

Continued ~ma to Calli and her dad.

I am a dumbass. We stopped at Starbucks in Anaheim on the way down from Pasadena this morning. My stomach has been tied in knots all week, so I haven't been able to eat much and have been feeling sick to my stomach every time I eat (thank god for Dramamine). So we stopped so I could use the bathroom, and I set my phone down...and left it there. I didn't figure this out until an hour later. We have no way to get back up there right now. Argh. I was able to reach the Starbucks, and they did find the phone and are holding it for me, I'm happy to say, but who knows when we will get a chance to go back and get it.

I feel naked.

So much ~ma Calli.

Oh, Kristin, that's so frustrating. I think I left my favorite fleece in the movie theater today, but that's nothing compared to a phone. Blech.

Okay, I'm dealing with an idiot. I'm traveling with a group of students. The tickets were booked and paid for by the foundation that supports the program. I go to the website to sign up for email alerts, because you often get more information through those than at the airport. According to the website, you have to "sign up" for their Trip Alerts program, not just entering your flight and phone number. You sign up for the program using the instructions in the email sent to the email address that you used when you booked the ticket. Now, since the foundation paid for the tickets, no email was sent to me (or them for that matter, since it was a group thing) I explained this to the group sales woman at the airline TWICE. And her response was "well, do you want me to see if the flight's on time?" I explained it a third time, and she said "well, there's no email address on file for the ticket" YES, I TOLD YOU THAT.

I'm on hold now.

She won't just take your email and use that one? What a goon, Vortex.