gel ink on paper
7 1/2 x 5 1/2 inches
Nothing Is Ever Easy
The maintenance folks came around today to inspect our fire extinguishers. I hadn’t been planning on staying home for it (you can just set your fire extinguisher outside your front door), but over the weekend the bathroom ceiling leaked AGAIN. So I called it in this morning. Then, while waiting for maintenance to show up to look at the leak, I tried to cook spaghetti squash. In the oven. Which was suddenly not working. The broiler was fine, but the lower element was not. We’ve been down this road before.
So the nice maintenance guy showed up, looked at the oven, declared the bottom element kaput, and went to get a new one. He came back, installed the new element, aaaaannnnd bupkis. I told him that the last time I’d had trouble with it, they’d replaced the lower element several times before realizing that it was burning out because there was a crossed wire. He opened up the back of the oven and sure enough, more burned out wires. *boggle* At this point, I think a sane management company would just replace the entire stove. They aren’t that expensive. But no, they fixed it. And by “fixed,” I mean it’s working right this minute but God only knows if it will tomorrow. Fun times!
Anyway, this is what a simple element replacement turned into:
Polly
I feel guilty because I take more photos of Henry, but it’s only because she’s lighter in color and easier to photograph.
I was annoyed when someone stole a couple of my large planters last spring, not so much because of the planters themselves, but because they took the one over Pandora’s grave, with the catnip plant in it. They dumped the dirt out on the ground, though, and apparently enough of the roots survived that the catnip has regrown. Or maybe it’s zombie catnip? It’s survived one frost already, so it seems like it’s pretty sturdy. Hopefully it’ll be back next year.
One Fish, Two Fish
They’re synchronized swimmers.
Daisies
One of my coworkers brings in flowers from her garden. I love walking by her desk, to see what’s new.
Surrender Cookies
What’s the point of being an adult, if you can’t play with your food? (And to be honest, that’s about all they were good for. The only thing that might have made them edible was dipping them in chocolate. I say might, because I’m not so sure even that would have helped.)
Customer Service FAIL
It looks like I’ll be moving web hosts after all, due to new billing policies at my current host[1]. So if this gets disconnected before the move is complete, the old Blogspot blog still exists. It’s empty right now, but it’s there if I need it.
Signed,
Hoppin’ MAD
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1. No, I’m NOT okay with having my card charged 15 days before the bill is due, without so much as a courtesy reminder. And NO, this is not business as usual. I checked my old bank statements, and the charge has always previously been made on the actual due date. So yeah, I’m royally pissed off.
This Is What Happens When You Don’t Pack a Lunch
It must be fall, because there are now peanut butter M&Ms in our snack machine. They’re waaay better than peanut M&Ms, so this is kind of exciting. Now if they’d just get rid of the duplicates of Famous Amos cookies and strawberry Pop Tarts, they might also have room for Milky Ways and plain M&Ms.
(I had a gross photo of a vomiting pumpkin scheduled for today’s post, but it looks like that may not happen until tomorrow. So now you have something to look forward to!)
Lost or Found?
Yes, I apparently work with people who cannot keep track of their underwear. Also, with people who are so grammar-obsessive that they compulsively correct other people’s bathroom notes. (I would like it to be known that I refrained from changing the “Lost” to “Found.” Folks, those two words mean completely opposite things, so IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE.) Alsoalso, are the underwear black or the women?
Begging Beggar Dog
“Hello, ma’am. I’d like to talk to you about that sandwich you’re eating.”
red paper boat 