Still later today our dishwasher was fixed again. It’s actually running as I type this.
I think that’s enough dishwasher shenanigans. It’s not dead, but it’s dead to me. We went shopping for a new one tonight. I’ll keep you posted on the progress because I can tell by the look on all of your faces that you cannot wait to hear how this turns out.
Hey everyone, want to hear some good news? Some happy news? Something to cheer you up after months and months of gloom?
Spring starts today. In the Eastern Time Zone in the United States (where I live), Spring officially starts at 11:06pm.
That sound you just heard was my emphatic sigh of relief. Sure, I will likely be asleep when the change happens (I hope so at least, I am beat today) but I will celebrate it just as well.
Kiss my ass, winter. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on your way out.
First there was a plant that belonged to my step kids’ step mother’s mother. When she passed away, their step mother took the plant home with her.
When my step daughter, Bellana, got her own place she took a clipping of that plant and used it to grow a new plant for her apartment. She named the plant Burt. I don’t know if the original plant had a name or not.
During the early days of the Covid lockdown Bellana took her plant, Burt, to our house. While it was with us, Bellana gave us a clipping to grow another plant. We named ours Bertha. Bertha is now gigantic and still growing, but much of her early growth is dying off. The plant is alive, but it doesn’t seem terribly happy. I got nervous about the plant’s prognosis so I did a thing.
I took another clipping and put it into a glass of water. Nothing happened for what seemed like a very long time and I was afraid that I was going to fail in my attempt to keep Bertha alive forever. Then, late last week, a new root grew! Then a second new root! Excellent! The new clipping is alive!
A few minutes ago I put it into a pot full of potting soil. Will it survive the transfer? I hope so, but I have no way to know. It has plenty of soil, food, and water. I will watch it like a hawk to make sure it doesn’t lack for anything until it proves to me that it’s thriving. After that I’ll just treat it like a normal plant and let it grow like crazy the way Bertha did.
Say hello to the new baby plant. I have decided to name it Bertie Botts Every Flavour Plant Clipping, which I will probably just shorten to Bertie Botts Every Flavor Plant… or maybe just Bertie.
One word to describe me? Can a single word describe anyone? I don’t think so. We are too complicated. Even the least complex personality is too detailed to boil down to a single word. Even a farcical, one dimensional tool bag like donald trump is too involved for a single word. You could try to sum him up with nazi but that isn’t enough. You also need words like idiot. Idiot nazi. You need words like orange. Idiot orange nazi. You need words like incompetent. Idiot orange incompetent nazi. And so on and so forth.
I’ll try though. Here’s a list of possibilities…
tall
red
altered
butchered
redesigned
bypassed
underachieving
husband
step father (yeah, that’s two words. Shoot me)
mediocre
meh
All of those words seem to fit on one level or another.
Inside the Red Head's Head 