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It's so hard for us long-lived humans, but you gave her the best life she could've asked for at the end of her time.

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Oh, {{{smonster}}}. She was lucky to have you in her life.

I just went to Trader Joe's. I walked there and took a cab back, as usual. It's a week after the snow stopped falling, and there are still several buildings on the way that haven't shoveled.

But that isn't the most irritating part of the trip. The cab on the way home stopped to pick me up where I could get in on the driver's side. I knew I'd need to get out on the passenger side when I got out, and with grocery bags to deal with, it's easier climb over to the passenger side when I get in than when I get out. So I did that. The driver asked, "Did you get water on the seat?" I looked, and I didn't see any, so I said no. When he dropped me off, he got out of the cab and opened the back seat door and took out my bags. I thought that it was nice that he was helping me with my bags -- I had just given him a 20% tip -- but no. He was checking the seat for water. There were a few drops of water that had come off my shoes when I got in.

He said, "Look! This is what I told you! You messed up my seat!" I reached over and wiped up the water with my hat -- the hat's about ten years old and I really don't care if it gets a little bit of street water in it. Then I got out of the cab, and he kept out shouting after me, "Look! You messed up my seat! I tell you over and over again, this is what I tell you, and you still messed up my seat!"

Dude. 1. It was a few drops of water, which is kind of to be expected during winter. 2. The seat was vinyl. 3. I wiped it up. 4. I had already given him a 20% tip. The hell?

Jeebus, Hil. That's ridiculous. I would call the cab company.

I didn't think to look to see which cab company it was until after he'd driven away. He kept on shouting at me the entire way from the cab until I was inside my building.

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First I can't schedule with FedEx because our account is past due because 3 packages don't have internal billing information. WTF.!?!? Now I am on hold with UPS becuase there system is sluggish today. Then, I gotta babysit the package for an hour waiting for the dude to show up, so I can fill out the airbill thingy, because I can't print one, because you have to have the administrator password to the account, or some such, and nobody knows what that is. I. May. Go. Postal! Oh, ya, and I'm on my dinner break. Maybe the hunger is making me grumpy.

I. May. Go. Postal!

I think that's what the USPS would recommend.

I understand the term "going postal" is insensitive to postal workers but it certainly applies in your case, omnis.

I wanted gummi bears but the store was comletely out. I wanted them because we just watched Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs and the monkey character had a gummi bear jones. (plus a wicked gummi fight scene) I wonder if the film caused a run on the candy.

In other news... Go USA Women's Hockey!