So, I now have my father's power of attorney. (Thanks to some shenanigans with one of my mother's retirement accounts.) I'm guessing there's nothing too terribly nefarious I can get up to with it.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Does your dad own a chain of supermarkets?
You know, I didn't want to tell anyone this, but.... All these years I've been masquerading as Jesse H, when ACTUALLY I am Jesse H. Demoulas!
People who don't follow New England news are totally mystified. The rest of us are dying of laughter.
You guys, is there anything less fun than filling out a mortgage application? Dental work, I guess.
Jesse H Christ? (Sorry, been watching too much Outlander)
The new neighbors (house in front of me has a basement apartment) have a dog, who barks most of the day. Not constantly, but in spurts--bark bark bark, pause, hear something else new, bark bark bark, pause, hear other dog barking back, bark some more..is there anything they cando to help this or should I not even bother to say anything?
I have read some transcripts from those board meetings!
Dear Co-Worker:
Cashews are not just as good as Prozac for clinical depression. I don't care what Drs. Mercola or Oz or whatever other woo-meister you follow on Facebook says. You've worked at world-class hospitals your entire adult life. How does this have to be explained to you? YOU CANNOT REPLACE A PRESCRIPTION SSRI WITH A HANDFUL OF TREE NUTS (and, incidentally, you can't arrest Alzheimer's with almonds or ginger tea or kale, and you will not burn fat like gangbusters by eating this one weird fruit).
How bad is it when your officemate, a Papist who believes sincerely in transubstantiation, is facepalming at your love affair with woo? Baby Jesus is crying. Baby Neil de Grasse Tyson is crying. Baby Hippocrates is screaming so hard he's turning purple and flailing his baby Hippocratic limbs. Baby House is purely fictional, but he just punched a hole in the wall with his baby cane anyway.
Some love but lots of impatience, Me
(Sigh. I know she's under unbelievable stress, juggling a declining parent and a flaky teen as a single mom, but cashews will help none of them and these "doctors" are making it worse by filling people like her with nonsensical non-cures that offer false promises of control and cure and make them waste time and energy on fruitless BULLSHIT. How I loathe them.)
I want Baby House to toddle cantankerously through the place. Though, she said pedantically, Baby House wouldn't have a cane. Though we could get him one.
edit: And didn't Dr. Oz use to be moderately respectable?
Cashews are totally awesome for depression. Not actually curative, mind you, but sometimes a lovely handful of buttery-tasting salty fats is just the thing.
No, JZ, the problem is that doctors mistakingly put their faith in the "scientific method', instead of the woo people who properly believe in "whatever makes me feel good."