The Daily Peeve / Rant

I have been spending the past couple of long weekends with my daughter. Lots of fun, no peaving there.

On my way home this afternoon I thought about stopping for fresh vegetables and some nice gooey bread, but decided to come straight home to dig into the freezer full of great food for which I spent a tiny fortune last week. I did shopping for three weeks and bought some really super ingredients for plenty of lovely meals.

I got home and went to take out a package of chicken hind-quarters and everything inside was cool, but soft. The freezer stopped working. I am just sick. Thank goodness for my little garden.

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Originally Posted by Jilly

I have been spending the past couple of long weekends with my daughter. Lots of fun, no peaving there.

On my way home this afternoon I thought about stopping for fresh vegetables and some nice gooey bread, but decided to come straight home to dig into the freezer full of great food for which I spent a tiny fortune last week. I did shopping for three weeks and bought some really super ingredients for plenty of lovely meals.

I got home and went to take out a package of chicken hind-quarters and everything inside was cool, but soft. The freezer stopped working. I am just sick. Thank goodness for my little garden.

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This isn't a peeve, this is serious. I'm so sorry to hear this!

Fleas again. Dang.

Jilly.......if you have renters or home owners insurance, they might cover your loss.

Cathy, that is a good idea, but I do not have receipts for any of it. I really should hand on to those.

Work politics. Barf.

Be wary of making homeowner/renter claims that are small enough to absorb, even if they hurt - get a few little claims, have one big problem (hail damage to a roof, say) and you're cancelled. Once that happens, it's really hard to get a good price on insurance again. Happened to my cousin. Just sayin'.

That I realized I am 52 and I have let every loved one in my life make choices for me, or I made the choices to fit them.

It is 95 freakin' degrees outside. I thought we were done with all this BS of high temps and humidity. I swear, the older I get, the more this kind of weather becomes almost a phobia for me. I'll do almost anything to avoid it.

I hate the fact that I need to go out and get a greeting card for a sick relative later, and I'm actually *afraid* to go out there and walk around in the heat. Afraid of what, you might ask? Just experiencing this kind of weather drags me down. I hate being sweaty. I feel more depressed than usual.

Yeah, it is like a phobia, isn't it?

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