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Showing posts with label complaimts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label complaimts. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH
I'm interrupting my saccharine Hollywood posts to inject a toxic dose of my present reality.
So, how are things going in the wilderness, Jon?
Well,
The clothes dryer is still kaput,
the microwave still isn't working,
the animals in the roof are managing to rip out some of the insulation,
and as of yesterday the furnace isn't working properly.
My water bill TRIPLED because I had to keep the faucets running so the pipes wouldn't freeze.
My heating bill is so high that I almost went into cardiac arrest when I saw it (and I'm extremely frugal about using the heat)
I put several important letters in the mailbox over a week ago and was horrified to see (yesterday) that the mail carrier never picked them up!
One of them was the payment for my property taxes.
The only good news is that it finally stopped raining for a day.
I would do an interpretative Dance of Joy, but my back hurts too damn much.
I had to drive to town yesterday. The only good news is that I DIDN'T get a migraine headache this time (like I did the last two times).
BUT I forgot to buy trash bags (AGAIN!) and toilet paper (AGAIN!!) and brackets for some shelves that I'm putting up.
Aside:
Awhile ago, one irate blogger chastised me for mentioning toilet paper. "It's impolite" she said.
Relax, sweetheart. We ALL use it. Even the Pope.
I had a problem buying cat food in Walmart (again!!). They are all out of Purina Complete (again) - which is my cat's favorite food.
Then - - -
way, way, way back on a top shelf, I saw a bag of Purina Complete......but it was so FAR back that I couldn't reach it.
I stood on the lowest shelf, but still couldn't reach it.
I tried various other methods of attempting to grasp the bag but failed every time.
I'm 6 foot 1 inch tall and have long arms, but the bag of Purina was unreachable.
I scanned the store for an employee but none were around.
It's ironic that Walmart employees are constantly in your way - but when you need one, they all disappear.
Finally, I saw an employee - but she was about 89 years old and four feet tall.
Shit. I went home Purina-less.
I have a lot more to bitch about - but I'll spare you.
I haven't been reading blogs lately, and I haven't been responding to your comments on my blog - but I love all of you (except the trolls, of course).
Don't abandon me.
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