The Complaining and Bitching Thread

Dear Neighbors Of A Certain Nationality (hint--we live in Texas),

What in the hell do fireworks have to do with Christmas? We listened to that crap--many, many fireworks--on Christmas Eve starting at around 9:00 pm into early Christmas morning, and again on Christmas night into this morning.

If it's a cultural tradition, you should save it for when you're at your home of origin.



Sincerely,

A pissed-off neighbor

 

My Texan friend, we are in Plano. Netflix Christmas movies all day yesterday. Santa even had the power of The Christ. He was curing cancer. I fucking hate what this holiday has come too. Fireworks and firewater would have been more fun, and less expensive on my brain.

 

I should not have had tequila last night. Or posed with a cigar... I feel sick. So sick and gross. Not even the ramen helped. My head feels thick.

 

A couple of the odd-ball free TV channels were showing marathon "feel good" movies (think Disney, Hallmark, etc.). Of course my wife watched many of them (I alternated between reading and pissing around on the internet). But even she eventually got tired of them.
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IME it's not so much the tequila, but the mix. Back when I was drinking myself into the early onset of dementia, I occasionally drank better quality tequila straight. It was the sugary margaritas that left me in an alcohol + sugar fog the nest day.

 

Yeah... It was just tequila. Shots. Three. Ugh.

 

working the day after Christmas sucks ass

 

Lightweight !

Seriously, that's a good thing.

 

Dammit, my ex went out of her way to buy me a mincemeat pie, something that none of the rest of the family like.
I eat an entire piece and then my daughter notices that the little pie shop put walnuts in the mix, so I spent the rest of the night in a Benedryl haze waiting to stop breathing.
I'm usually good about checking stuff like that but I hadn't ever run across mincemeat with nuts in it before (looked up recipes on line later and found some, so I guess it wasn't the shop trying to kill me), and I didn't notice right away like I usually do because of the way mincemeat is heavily spiced.
I'm also really disappointed because I would have been taking that pie home with me.
Most of the time having hardcore food allergies is not a big deal but there are times when they really suck.

 

Sorry to hear that, RR. Respiratory shutdown sucks.


My wife has severe allergic reactions to many extremely common food ingredients that require due diligence to avoid:

Caramel coloring, black pepper, & red grapes (just to name the most common big three). We are dedicated label readers, and ask questions when we eat out.

 

I check labels as well and ask questions in restaurants but the pie came from a shop run by little old Amish ladies and they don't put labels on their pie boxes.

It sounds like your wife has a much tougher time than I do.
Like I said nuts aren't that hard to avoid (except for that period in the 90's when it was decided to put hazelnuts in fucking everything) but I can't imagine what it's like for her.

 

Since we mostly cook at home using ingredients bought from a normal grocery store, it involves very careful label reading. The crap part is we have to avoid a lot of "prepared conveninence" foods because those three ingredient are used is so many products. You'd be amazed at how many products contain red grade juice, and many times it's only listed as grape juice. Unless it's really clear, we assume red/concord grapes. Those tasty juice blends at the grocery store? No way for her.

 

YOUR EX BOUGHT YOU THAT PIE !

 

I'm about ready to murder my cat. Peeing on my bed and my couch.. NOT OKAY. The dog is staying, for fuck's sake. Get the fuck over it, she leaves you alone!

 

Well, we have celebrated his birthday approximately 2015 times. I'm calling it, jesus isn't coming back.

 

That thought crossed my mind, but as I understand it RR & his EX get along OK.

 

Tis true, we get along well.
She and I figured out a long time ago that just because we couldn't be partners didn't mean we couldn't be friends.
Besides we have two kids to raise together.

So I'm not as worried about her poisoning me.

 

Fecking juice glass slid into the opening to the disposal. Sucked in by the water above and the drain below, it got stuck as all hell. Had to break it with pliers to get it out. Had to then removed every damn piece of glass by hand to get the thing to work again. Tiny slices all over my right hand and fingers. Burns like hell. Fixed it. So tired of shit ending up in there that shouldn't be there. How hard is it to put anything little on the left?

 

you talking about lemon?