That's unfortunate timing. Get better, fridge, soldier on for Dana!

Fracture in my other lower molar, so getting a crown on that before it breaks, too. And replacing the crown next to it because it is problematic and might as well do it all at once. Will I get back to the office today? Time will tell.

Been meaning to see Gaslight for forever, but I didn't know the details of the husband's plot. I need a lot more leisure time so I can catch up on my movies (and reading and tv)

Zen, I'm glad you weren't being thrown under the bus.

Dana, I'm sorry. Is it just me, or do appliances not last as long as they used to?

Ugh, -t. Thanks for the reminder to call the dentist. I hope the process is pain-free and smooth.

Anytime anything in the house fails, it sets off husband's rant about Things These Days.

Things These Days

Hah. I've heard that one before.

My walls are conspiring to kill anything on them. Last week, my kitchen clock was found face down on the kitchen floor. This week, my Halloween clings won't stick. Plaster and lathe hate me.

My walls are conspiring to kill anything on them.

Run when they start bleeding.

Whatever happened to the god old days days when a refrigerator could withstand an atomic bomb and keep the contents safe and unharmed?

Whatever happened to the god old days days when a refrigerator could withstand an atomic bomb and keep the contents safe and unharmed?

After the fall of the Berlin Wall and the dissolution of the East German Refrigerator Training Program, there was a significant setback in refrigerator resilience and strength.

Dammit, I was looking for the Like button on Matt's post again. Oh, Facebook, how you have ruined us.

Oh, boy. Another afternoon in medical limbo. Some medical supplies that were supposed to arrive today didn't, because apparently the company had a prescription that said I wasn't due for more until the end of the week. No one mentioned this to me until I called to see where my order was. I was told last week that I could pick up supplies at the hospital if mine didn't arrive in time, but when I called the hospital number I had, they had no idea what I was talking about. I got transferred several times and was told someone would call me back. I neglected to get a number, and no one called me back. Now it's too late to do anything about it. I'm so tired of this crap. Also, I wish I had something more interesting to say about my life.

Remember when we debated having that feature on this board? All the social capital discussions?