That's why I wrote that I wouldn't want to argue with them. When you are that little and a predator, you gotta be tough.
That's why I wrote that I wouldn't want to argue with them. When you are that little and a predator, you gotta be tough.
You just summed up why I stopped picking on my baby sister when she turned 11, and I realized she was two inches taller. My sister can STILL easily lift 50 lbs. At 11, she could also flatten me AND she was (and still is) faster than me. I had to resort to "age and treachery" tactics aka mind games.When you are that little and a predator, you gotta be tough.
I suppose I should expound on that. ^
It was a quiet evening on July 25th. I was in the kitchen making our (usual) late supper, Himself had been in the basement hanging a utility light fixture where he planned on setting up his workbench. He walks past me with the box in his hand to the garage and goes out. Five minutes, ten minutes...what is taking him so long? I open the door and call his name. In reply I get a feeble little "help"..."help". I follow the sounds...to the stepladder on its side, Himself laying in the grass bleeding, his glasses off to one side of his head, and his nose looking not-quite-centered in his face. *sigh*
Might I add that this is 10:45 PM.
Off to the ER. We got back after 4:30 AM. He had nose surgery the following Monday. Now Loverly is all bummed that the little bump at the top of his nose is gone.
He now has to ask me for a garage pass if he wants to go out after 8:00 PM. AND he will have me shadowing him.
Laugh away, CD, laugh away! He was pretty miserable and beat-up looking until the surgery. By then, most of the pain had subsided (major headache) and his black eyes were very faint. After surgery, no real headache and additional bruising. Loverly warned her Dad that after Goober had his nose fixed (deviated septum), he had black eyes and a headache for 4 days. Welp, Dad took care of both of those problems by pre-breaking his nose before surgery. He was miserable from not being able to breathe, though. For the first week he had both internal packing/splints and an external splint that looked like an exoskeleton. The external splint came off last week Monday. Since then he's lost the internal splint and packing from one nostril, which is something that will normally occur. His next appointment is Tuesday, when they'll remove anything else that might still be hanging around since surgery. I'm figuring that will be the last time he will need to see this doctor. At least it better be.
I'm sure his darling daughter will remind him of this regularly. If not, I'll remind her to bring it up regularly...
Casey, I just now read this.
Airlines are on the hook for more than you think if something goes wrong with your trip
The Department of Transportation's new refund rules for delayed and canceled flights are now fully in effect. Here's what to know.www.yahoo.com
"The Department of Transportation's new refund rule for air travelers is now fully in effect.
If your flight is canceled or delayed by more than three hours for a domestic itinerary, or six hours for an international itinerary, you're automatically entitled to a refund."
Great story, casey.Yeah, I know about the new rules. AA rebooked me First Class the next morning, and gave me a $600 credit for a future flight. I'm cool with that. Like I said, I gave up my seat mostly because I didn't have to make a connection in Dallas, and being self-employed, I did not have to get home on any kind of schedule. Hopefully someone who DID need to make a connection in Dallas got my seat, and got home.
Plus, I ate at the hotel bar, and sat next to a guy who grew up about ten miles from where I grew up, although I am about 20 years older. He and I had a great conversation.
Another cool thing is that in 1978, I spent a summer in Europe with a bunch of my friends, and we stayed in university dorms, hostels, and some pretty sketchy places. When I returned to Houston, my dad picked me up at the Houston airport, and I was exhausted. We stayed in that same Marriott hotel for the night. I've always wanted to go back there, and I got to do it.
Another fond memory was that I spent almost a year fixing up a POS Pontiac in 1978, and while I was in Europe, my dad took it to the best paint and body shop in town and got it painted for me. He did it because he was impressed by how hard I worked on that car. When we got back to Port Arthur, the car was sitting in the driveway, and it was absolutely stunning.
CD