- I'm pretty sure the profile of serial killers and terrorists includes using single ply toilet paper. I'm fairly certain world peace could be achieved by distributing 2-ply paper to all earthlings. I accidentally bought some single ply recently. The frugal side of me said we'd just deal with it until it ran out. The spoiled side of me (also known as Jade) said "no we won't". I'm glad the spoiled side of me put his foot down.
- The seat recline feature should be removed from all airplane seats. Especially for the jerk faces sitting in the exit row or economy comfort seats. You have more leg room dude - WHY DO YOU NEED TO LAY IN MY LAP AS WELL?!?! Y'all, I seriously almost made a scene on a plane recently, however my hippie/zen/oily self refrained. But seriously, it's not cool when I can't even open my laptop on my lap tray because you are leaning so far back.
- I posted on Facebook recently about our scare with Lucy choking on a foreign object and presumably swallowing it. Don't even get me started on my utter disdain for Dell Children's Hospital here in Austin. I know they do amazing things for very sick kids. I have a friend who had to experience the unthinkable with her baby and only has great things to say about Dell even though her outcome was tragic. However, we've been to the ER there 4 times (FOUR TIMES!) in the two years we've been parents. None of those trips were good experiences. First, there's always a ridiculous wait. Like 4-6 hours is our average. Second, you are scrutinized like a child abuser - they ask you the same questions over and over. Twenty different people rotate through your room asking you to repeat your story and asking condescending questions. I get it, there are people that beat their babies. They should be taken out back and shot. They are the worst scum of the earth, those people that hurt kids. But I'm not one of them. Dehydration while sick (Ellis' last trip) or swallowing a foreign object hardly seem like abuse scenarios. Grrr. Anyways. This most recent trip included major scare tactics and unnecessarily freaking me the heck out about Lucy's prognosis. I know there is a certain degree of CYA going on, but for the love! This is my baby. Making me think surgery was necessary when it so clearly was not is not cool. Anesthesia is no joke for anyone, especially a baby. And had I not pushed back, questioned them and self-advocated, we most likely would have had the surgery
- Our new neighbors are not nice people. They recently taped a rude letter to our front door. The Scorpio in me immediately typed out a venomous response and shared it with my friends. That made me feel better. My letter was good y'all. Put those old, crotchety boogers in their place. If you've known me for long, you know how much I love writing a letter. I'm pretty good with words when I've been wronged. But I haven't given it to them. I'm taking a lesson from my sister here. She recently got her feelings hurt by someone that should know better and didn't respond. SHE DIDN'T RESPOND. AT ALL. That is so not like me and so hard for me to consider. But I'm trying. It is taking every oil in my arsenal of feel good, happy hippie oils to not respond. A week passed and I considered watering my response down. Another few days have passed and I think I'm over it. So I will not give them a letter. As my sister said, "I'm zen damn it!" If it kills me, I will be zen. But I might print out a picture of a big middle finger and tape it in my kitchen window that faces their kitchen window.
. That's all for now.
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