Plans for today (2025)

Dustbin bags could fit?
Bubble wrap, cardboard, velcro strapping, stretch wrap and a carry bag, safety first for my new baby 😂

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I do pop over to Wales it's beautiful but utterly ruined by the recent changes to 20mph madness!
Were you aware that prosecution in 20mph zones only starts at 26 mph? So in reality you are safe so long as you remain at 25 or less. This definitely applies in wales, idk about other parts of britain.
To be honest, if a car drove at 20mph locally they'd be holding up the traffic
Tho naturally I support adherence to speed limits :whistling:
 
Finished the grocery shopping and having a quick one before heading home.

Went to bed last night at 11PM (which already made me grumpy) and got paged at 11:07PM, ended up working until 1:30AM and then also couldn’t get back to sleep.

Worked at little this morning working now, working tomorrow, and on the hook to work federal holiday Monday as well…and then it’s Tuesday and the rest of the week to face. 😡

Planning on grilling out some steaks tonight.
 
Finished the grocery shopping and having a quick one before heading home.

Went to bed last night at 11PM (which already made me grumpy) and got paged at 11:07PM, ended up working until 1:30AM and then also couldn’t get back to sleep.

Worked at little this morning working now, working tomorrow, and on the hook to work federal holiday Monday as well…and then it’s Tuesday and the rest of the week to face. 😡

Planning on grilling out some steaks tonight.
Why does going to bed at 11pm make you grumpy? Too early or too late?
 
Why does going to bed at 11pm make you grumpy? Too early or too late?
Too late. My preference is about 10:15PM or so, but MrsT has a knack for starting something she needs help with right as I’m going back - last night it was some crap with downloading videos from Facebook - I don’t have Facebook and haven’t been on it for years, yet I’m supposed to be able to just rattle off, “Yeah, click this, then that, right-click the other thing, and there you have it.”

What’s worse, she sits in her recliner with her laptop, and that’s her “office,” so she has client folders and documents and bills and receipts stacked all around her like a fortress, and I have 59yo-needs-progressive-spectacles eyes, so I’m expected to be able to do some kind of Twister tai chi around all her stuff to see her screen and tell her what to click, because she refuses to hand her laptop over.

So there I am, one foot contorted around one pile of papers, another foot braced against the chair, and sorry for the TMI, but I’m heading to bed, so I’m butt naked, tackle hanging out all over the place, and I’m telling her, “Move your laptop, I can’t see it…I can’t see it…move it closer…I think that says Security, but I can’t tell…click that…no, that that, not that other that…then move your elbow if you don’t want me dangling on you, I’m trying to see!…”

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Too late. My preference is about 10:15PM or so, but MrsT has a knack for starting something she needs help with right as I’m going back - last night it was some crap with downloading videos from Facebook - I don’t have Facebook and haven’t been on it for years, yet I’m supposed to be able to just rattle off, “Yeah, click this, then that, right-click the other thing, and there you have it.”

What’s worse, she sits in her recliner with her laptop, and that’s her “office,” so she has client folders and documents and bills and receipts stacked all around her like a fortress, and I have 59yo-needs-progressive-spectacles eyes, so I’m expected to be able to do some kind of Twister tai chi around all her stuff to see her screen and tell her what to click, because she refuses to hand her laptop over.

So there I am, one foot contorted around one pile of papers, another foot braced against the chair, and sorry for the TMI, but I’m heading to bed, so I’m butt naked, tackle hanging out all over the place, and I’m telling her, “Move your laptop, I can’t see it…I can’t see it…move it closer…I think that says Security, but I can’t tell…click that…no, that that, not that other that…then move your elbow if you don’t want me dangling on you, I’m trying to see!…”

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Oh TR you’re so patient!
Thanks for the TMI it made me chuckle a lot 😂

All of mine wait until I’m off to bed before declaring that “I need to ask you something” drives me nuts.
It’s like your imminent departure triggers their brain into action 😂

But I’ll often say “This sounds like it can wait til morning.”
If it can’t wait til morning it really pee’s me off, if it was that important then why did you wait til now 😠

They also appear in my room after I’ve gone to bed because “could you..” and if it involves me having to get back up then that really hacks me off!
 
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Oh TR you’re so patient!
Thanks for the TMI it made me chuckle a lot 😂

All of mine wait until I’m off to bed before declaring they “I need to ask you something” drives me nuts.
It’s like your imminent departure triggers their brain into action 😂

But I’ll often say “This sounds like it can wait til morning.”
If it can’t wait til morning it really pee’s me off, if it was that important then why did you wait til now 😠

They also appear in my room after I’ve gone to bed because “could you..” and if it involves me having to get back up then that really hacks me off!
Mine does it when I am ready to leave for work or errands--like 30 minutes before I am leaving. "Hey, can you get the mail before you go, and while you are out, can you stop at the post office and bank for me? And the liquor store?" Sometimes I will do 1-2 of those things for him and tell him the rest can wait until the following day, and in the future, please give me more notice. Ha, yeah right.

Edited to add that if he has mail he wants send, it is not allowed to go in the box with the flag up. It has to go to the post office because he doesn't trust that someone might take mail out of our mailbox or that the postal workers won't screw up and lose a bill with a check in it, so he insists that I have to walk it into the post office and hand it to a postal worker inside of the place so it gets postmarked. Since his foot and knee injuries have not healed, he is still unable to drive to go do this himself...
 
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Leaving shortly to go pick up a grocery order. Trying to decide what to have for dinner (11pm). I offered ribs as an option to my husband and he said he wasn't really into that. Chicken? Nah. How about prosciutto wrapped asparagus topped with tomatoes and Italian cheeses? He says, "I don't know what I want." Well the ribs need to come out of the freezer now if we are having those so I can get them into the oven by 8. Maybe bacon cheeseburgers...IDK.
 
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