I discovered some money. I thought I had closed out some saving accounts and I HAD NOT, so yay! money to pay down the credit cards. not nearly all of it, but more than I thought I had this morning, so YAY! and I did my taxes and will get some back so that will also go to the cards.
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
msbelle - Apr 16, 2017 7:14:16 pm PDT #9961 of 30002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Zenkitty - Apr 16, 2017 9:21:01 pm PDT #9962 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Yay for found money, msbelle!
Packing is hard. Moving is hard. More time to do both is good!
Cannot even deal with the horrible news out of Cleveland. I'm seriously not looking at it.
Jesse - Apr 17, 2017 3:48:28 am PDT #9963 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Yay money!
Boo moving, but yay realistic timeframes!
It's a state holiday here (Patriots Day), but not for me. Boooo.
Steph L. - Apr 17, 2017 5:34:07 am PDT #9964 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Ugh. One of my FiL's siblings has started some shit, saying that he has almost no clothes at the skilled nursing facility and that's completely irresponsible of his children to not meet his needs.
All she needed to do was actually ASK one of us what the deal is, instead of shitposting about it. My FiL will only wear khakis, and -- seriously -- he only owns 2 pairs. (He says he only needs 2 pairs because he can wear one while the other is in the wash.) We got him some sweatpants for PT, but he hates them and only wants to wear his khakis.
Nobody realized he only owns 2 pairs of khakis until now, since he had been living at home and (allegedly) doing his own laundry. (Because who counts their parents' articles of clothing when they visit their parents in the parent's own home?) So we've ordered more pants from L.L. Bean, but they're not here yet.
All of which would have been easy enough to find out by asking a couple of questions, instead of shitposting about it to the rest of the family. (I really want to ask this aunt if *her* kids know how many pairs of pants she owns, and if they don't, why she's so tolerant of her kids' "irresponsible" behavior.)
meara - Apr 17, 2017 6:12:57 am PDT #9965 of 30002
Oh man, Teppy. That sucks.
Mondays are stupid. I want to go back to bed.
Jessica - Apr 17, 2017 6:16:26 am PDT #9966 of 30002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
For the record, I have no idea how many pairs of pants my parents or grandparents have. That would be a weird thing to know about someone you weren't living with.
Matt the Bruins fan - Apr 17, 2017 6:47:04 am PDT #9967 of 30002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Yeah. I often help dress Dad when Mom's away and I have no idea of the exact contents of his wardrobe. Just that he's switched from jeans to sweatpants at home because they're easier for him to pull back up when he uses the restroom.
Laura - Apr 17, 2017 6:47:18 am PDT #9968 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
My dad had multiple sets of the exact color and style of pants. That was all he wore. I have no idea whether he had one pair, or 30. Also, the relatives suck and Tim and his sibs don't need that bullshit.
Scrappy - Apr 17, 2017 6:53:36 am PDT #9969 of 30002
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
That is some devious passive-aggressive bullshit, Teppy.
WindSparrow - Apr 17, 2017 7:01:01 am PDT #9970 of 30002
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.
(I really want to ask this aunt if *her* kids know how many pairs of pants she owns, and if they don't, why she's so tolerant of her kids' "irresponsible" behavior.)
Well, in your shoes I might wait until the package from LL Bean arrives, then go to the woman's children and say, "So how many pairs of pants does your mother own that fit her and are not stained? I'm asking this because I don't want you suprised when when you are called to account for them."
t /not helping.