Grumbling is, surprisingly, a good thing

@kezmusc wholly moly, look at you!! You look friggin’ awesome 

Can I say it?...Oh, shit!

@kezmusc always the way!  Our last plumbing disaster happened when the wash8ng mach8ne was also out of order. Normally you’d think this wasn’t a big issue but the plumbing issue was a clogged toilet - now for some strange reason (I think ancient house plumbing we live in an Edwardian) the toilet, bath and shower share the same plumbing. Hubby thinking he is doing the right thing plunges the toilet which sends poo toilet paper and general sewerage back up the plumbing and out the shower drain hole. Being an oblivious male he doesn’t notice and continues to plunge the toilet until sewerage is coming out the shower door and flooding the bathroom. Cue towels going on the floor to slop this up and stop it from running out into the hallway. Now you can see why no washing machine is a problem. I have a vague recollection this was at the time I had the lumpectomy so I was out of action and hubby had to do all the cleanup 

Bah, Grease was for sooks, let's go for Ben Hur!

True @Zoffiel...I have been eyeing a rather flash, rather loud air horn at Rebel Sports. I believe they use them for swimming festivals, canoe races and the like.   Mmmm adds to Santa's list... I would also like either a taser or an electric cattle prod to affix to Sam (along with the air horn). Then again, those spiky wheel thingos like Kernickie had in Grease might also be the go...

Wish I could have been there @AllyJay!
@Afraser I was ranting to my kids last night about bloody Kris Kringles and Secret Santas - beloved of those who have nothing better to do.

Hah @allyjay it would also be a shame if  she encountered a dear old lady who has totally lost control of her pet, Sam, and is unable to stop said pet ramming with some vigor into her smartypanted legs. Again and again and again. Good on you. Mxx

Well my dummy spit happened today. I got the all clear to go out unaccompanied by my neurosurgeon last week and was champing at the bit to go and fly solo for a change. The weather has been really hot and muggy for the past few days, but today seemed a bit better. Armed with my shopping list and my Dear Friend Sam (my four wheeled granny walker...thanks taxol...thanks a lot), I decided to hit Westfield. I found Santa's beard (request from 3 year old grandson) at one of the crowded two dollar shops and stood in a very long, slow moving line. As I approached the till, some cheeky bitch fronted the counter from the other side, looked straight at me, and with a cheesy smirk, said "Sorry about that", and plonked some crap on the counter. She obviously saw this rather frazzled old granny with her walker and thought I was a soft target....WRONG.. .!!! I leaned forward and glared at her and responded thus. "Bullshit you're sorry, you with that smirk all over your face...You think you can just shove in ahead of all of us in the queue who have been waiting very patiently, and get away with that fake smile and your pathetic "sorry", well bugger off to the back of the line!!!  The poor teller looked from me to her and back again and I then told her that if she served the other woman ahead of me and the others in the line, I would leave the shop and make my purchase elsewhere. Well, the people in the line behind me started clapping and one by one, others made the same threat. Miss Smarty Pants left her stuff and beat a hasty retreat. Gosh...I felt a whole lot better for finding out I haven't lost my touch...

Klutz cat on the roof at midnight and incapable of getting down (agile clever cat goes up and down no problem).

Endless endless work related festive 'cheer'.

Kris Kringles

Excruciating budget process.

Staff interviews the night before Christmas.

But I am with @zoffiel, I am here and have time and space to get irritated by small things. Hooray! 

Holy Toledo!