I would waive the charges, for both reasons. I might contact the vendor and ask for some consideration (discounts, extra parts, etc.) for the time that you spent with their tech, which was pretty significant for the damn thing not to work.
This.
Plus bonus points for use of the word 'mosey'.
Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cass - Jul 30, 2010 2:26:25 pm PDT #27036 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
billytea - Jul 30, 2010 4:14:25 pm PDT #27037 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm now in pain from laughing so hard after digging through other strips from the same artist.
You've checked out the angler fish, haven't you? [link]
WindSparrow - Jul 30, 2010 4:28:42 pm PDT #27038 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Dog~ma for Betsy, erika. I kept meaning to say that, all day.
Hil R. - Jul 30, 2010 4:55:49 pm PDT #27039 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Gronk. I came home, ate dinner, and fell asleep for about three hours. Now I'm sort of awake and sort of hungry, but I don't really have anything to eat that doesn't require cooking, and I'm not really awake enough to cook.
Zenkitty - Jul 30, 2010 5:16:29 pm PDT #27040 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Just had a delicious dinner of grilled salmon, mango salsa, basmati rice, and sauteed squash and zucchini. It was so good, I even ate the vegetables.
There. My first foodie post.
WindSparrow - Jul 30, 2010 5:39:02 pm PDT #27041 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
That sounds delicious, Zenkitty. If there are any leftovers, I'll be right over.
Zenkitty - Jul 30, 2010 5:42:24 pm PDT #27042 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
My sister and I hoovered up every bite! She pointed out that she'd never seen me clean my plate before.
sj - Jul 30, 2010 5:45:00 pm PDT #27043 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Dog~ma, erika.
That sounds yummy, Zenkitty!
G slept through the whole time his parents were gone, looking like a little angel.
WindSparrow - Jul 30, 2010 6:28:49 pm PDT #27044 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
My sister and I hoovered up every bite! She pointed out that she'd never seen me clean my plate before.
That's the kind of food I get excited about - delicious first, and chock full of a natural bounty of nutrition.
Steph L. - Jul 30, 2010 6:57:53 pm PDT #27045 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
The Boy's mom is still in the hospital, and not doing any better. Watching her struggle to breathe makes *my* chest hurt.
Y'all, all the times I've posted in a panic or utterly overwhelmed because my dad has been in the hospital? It is SO MUCH HARDER -- for *me* -- to be the partner of someone whose parent is gravely ill. I feel so useless.
Remember a few days ago, smonster and bonny (and maybe some others) were talking about being service-oriented? I feel like I can't do enough to help. Or, rather, I feel like what I'm doing doesn't amount to a hill of beans.
I'm just trying to make sure there's food prepared that The Boy can grab and eat in the car when he comes home from work, changes clothes, and runs back out to the hospital. Like quiche (easy to refrigerate, and it hangs together well), or pizza, or egg salad, etc. Muffins. Whatever I can think of.
And I feel like it's useless. I know it *is* a help, but god DAMN. His mom can't breathe -- I mean literally -- and I can't do shit. I can look up info about drugs and translate for the family, and I can be the interpreter between the doctor and the family, but it doesn't goddamn FIX HER.
This is just really hard. I got back from the hospital about an hour ago -- The Boy is spending the night there tonight -- and just baked a shitload of peanut butter cookies and then washed all the dishes and folded all the laundry, because I have all this jittery stress to burn off.
I think I'm going to have some wine and peanut butter cookies.