By the way, Embarq phone service sucks syphilitic donkey dick. They're insisting on a death certificate to cancel my Dad's account. No one else is asking for that sort of thing. Bastards. I suggested that the could keep the phone live and keep on sending the bills if it made them happy, but after the February payment they wouldn't be seeing another dime. Did I mention the bastards part?

I'm sorry to hear that you are going through this with the phone service. I know when after my Dad's death we just got a huge pile of death certificates. Some places want them some don't. I'm still sorting out things like that. In fact I need to go and deal with Bank of America in San Diego and finally get into his safe deposit box. He was the only one listed on it and it's been a major pain trying to get into it.

My FIL died 7 years ago and I still have one of his death certificates in with my work stuff from when I had to supply them to folks like his cell phone company. I really should find it and give it to STBX.

I think we sometimes used xeroxed copies of the death cert, sometimes an actual copy.

The lock guy showed up today instead of yesterday and the plumber, that my landlord has been trying to get in touch with for weeks, decided he would just show up today since he had free time. I need to get in the shower; for once I actually have plans. t /first world problems

Tea:

ISomewhatFunnierN, my neighbor upstairs doesn't want to use both locks on the front door because having to use too keys is apparently beyond the mental capabilities of her teenage children.

I remember the time a co-worker told me about her 17-y.o. daughter who called her frantically on the cell phone one night. "Mom! I can't get into the car--the battery's dead on the remote!" "Then use the key." "What key? Where?" "The one that the remote is on." "Oh, really? That's what it's for? Where does it go?" "There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

"There's a keyhole right under the door handle, dear."

snerk

Ow. I just got a papercut from the cover of a paperback book.

I also just slept all day. All of the busyness of the past few days caught up with me, I guess.

My cat yowls and scratches at things (and threatens to knock things off my night table) until I get up in the morning -- even if there's food in her bowl. What is that about?

Mine too! Okay, not every morning, but that whole "...I'm gonna knock it off the bedside table any minute now!" strategy drives me batshit. He gets by whole days when I'm NOT to hand without knocking things off high places. Soon as I'm there, he's all "Look at meeee!"

Not that I can blame him for wanting attention, poor housebound bunny. Still.

wrt Washington Post - isn't it Buffistas and Foamy?

Taz and Marley will start crawling all over us as soon as they hear the alarm or our voices, or whenever they damn well please. They also do the nightstand thing, and we had a water glass tipover this morning.

Fortunately, Mr Peabody is not a morning dog. When he does get up, he has to go now now now and does a peepee dance around me. He does occasionally decide we have to get up in the middle of the night. A couple of weeks ago, he barked and barked at 5 a.m., and when I let him out, all he did was lick the frozen water in his outside water bowl a few times and come back in. He had perfectly good water inside, and I would have been glad to throw a few ice cubes in it.