Ignore it. My PIC did the same when I protested.
But while it may feel infantilizing, it sure opens up a lot more possibilities ![]()
Also maybe remind her that this, too, shall
pass. Youâre a TEAM!
Ignore it. My PIC did the same when I protested.
But while it may feel infantilizing, it sure opens up a lot more possibilities ![]()
Also maybe remind her that this, too, shall
pass. Youâre a TEAM!
Tonight she folded her pizza like a true New Yorker and ate it with one hand.
I asked her if she wanted me to cut it into smaller slices, she said âNo â I can handle this just fineâ I completely forgot that New Yorker(s) folded their slices.
that was fast
magick. Or cat math âŚ
There is great comfort to be found in predictability.
Caution, rodent content!
I went to make some pasta a few days ago. I store the pasta in ziploc bags. But when I opened the closet, almost all of the ziplocs were empty. I had heard some noise in the closet over the past few days, and so did the dog. But I didnât notice any signs of rodents, no droppings etc.
Five or six varieties of pasta, gone. Four cardboard boxes of Annieâs shells were untouched. A single bag of cavatapi remained, and that was dinner, with those little lamb meatballs in tomato sauce.
Yesterday, I built up a defensive framework for newly acquired farfale and the remaining cavatapi.
Pasta rat must be a distant (literally, since youâre on the west coast) cousin of NYCâs famous pizza rat.
Although I hope for you itâs just a mouse with a carb obsession ![]()
I think it was a voracious mouse. Rats make chirping noises. But it did go through TPSTOPasta.
THAT is the definition of TPSTOP they ate!
Letâs see:
whole wheat spaghetti (two kinds, TJ and De Cecco)
white spaghetti
cascatelli
orzo
whole wheat fusilli
fusilli bucati corti
farfale
radiatore
I guess thatâs eight or nine, actually.
Somebody remind me to never involve undergrads in anything requiring accountability or responsibility ever again. JFC.
Speaking of stupid peopleâŚ
On Saturday, I was trimming one of my larger trees. I was standing on a ladder with a chainsaw (running) and some guy comes up to the ladder to ask a question. I kind of know of the guy, donât know his name, though. He lives about a block away.
I was just about to make a cut and drop a limb when I saw him out of the corner of my eye and quickly shut off the chainsaw.
If you see someone on a ladder with a chainsaw â leave them alone and come back later if you want to ask a question.
Ok, this fits him to a T!

This is the second time someone has approached me when Iâm up a ladder trimming trees, but this time I had a running chainsaw in my hands.
Next time I trim my trees, Iâm going to put up a signâŚ
No, I am not a Landscaping Contractor.
No, I donât know of one that is reliable.
No, I wonât come down to your house to trim your trees.
NOW GO AWAY!!
I had the same thing happen with a box of spaghetti. Iâm still trying to wrap my head around the idea of a mouse carrying long strand of spaghetti back to their hidey hole.
âAll animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.â
Haha gotta wonder about the backstory on this one!
Old joke; canât remember comedian. He tells the story of sitting in the car awaiting his wife at the hair salon, decides to take a nap. A jogger taps on the window, awakening him, and asks what time it is. He says he doesnât know and goes back to sleep. Another person taps on the window, awakening him, and asks what time it is.
Frustrated, he sticks a paper on the window, facing outward, with the note âI donât know what time it is!â.
A nice man awakens him from his nap again, tapping on the window and yelling, âItâs 3:15. Youâre welcome!â