These are both excellent names. A+

That’s just like your opinion dude

(maybe I prefer crockery)

Also TIL, Tritan was developed by Eastman Chemical, the HQ of which is in a town not far from where I grew up. Old stomping grounds and the like. Good God if the wind was blowing the wrong way, the chemical factory would stink up the entire town. It didn’t help there used to also be a paper pulp Mead plant there too, but Eastman was the biggest stinker.

Btw, LOVE your user name! I call my trusty roadies sippy cups too. I have a shoe organizer full hanging on the pantry door. It’s hard to resist an ultra cute sippy cup.

That could be more your detergent than the machine. If you use Dawn Platinum, that stuff removed the screen print ink off my pub glasses. That’s how they can say you don’t have to prerinse with it. Because it’s just dissolving everything indiscriminately. It sure got the dishes squeaky clean, I’ll give it that.

I’ve switched back to basic Palmolive detergent.

Wonder when they changed the formula. Red is 22 years old. Maybe one of the OGs?

His O sigh when he gets down in the water always cracked us up.

Calling “Will It Blend”…!

Perhaps, but I would be too hard on glass bottles while I’m adventuring.

These were free swag though at a volunteer thank you party. I’m only upset that I can no longer covertly signal to the other local volunteers that I’m part of the club. 😄

Yes, I assumed the heat was the culprit too. They were on the top rack, the cycle was normal not pots & pans, and I never use the dryer feature. My hot water heaters are in the attic though where it’s a million degrees despite an attic fan heroically trying to provide some ventilation. I don’t even need to have the water heaters turned on this time of year. When we first moved here a few years back in June, it took us 4 months to notice that the previous owner had turned the heaters off. I thought we had normal hot water all summer!!

This made me laugh pretty good. Delightful!

Lollll, I love the name!

For those not getting the joke, mill ends are the scrappy imperfect remnants at the end of manufacturing a batch of yarn, cloth, carpet, etc. One can usually buy them at a nice discount from the factory or a distributor.

Oh, I thought you meant that the two interstates overlapped. Not that one is south when the other is north both going in the same direction. That’s neat!

Here I am a lifetime Virginian, with uncountable trips through Wytheville, and never realized this.

Same with I-81 and I-64 between Staunton and Lexington. :)

Speaking of blinding, my honey used to think a different song went “she blinded me with oven mitts, it opened up my eyes”

That thing looks like a Fremen sandworm saxophone

Omg, so much sweat. What the hell. My back starts sweating (INDOORS) if I stand too long, like y’know, just talking to friends in a bar.

I am dogsitting my nephew’s dog this weekend. She’s a sweetheart. I’m getting tons of puppy kisses. Though I had to put her to bed a little while ago. If I picked my phone up, she would run off to act like she’s going to do something naughty in order to get me to put the phone down and give her attention. Such a smart little stinker. But I was trying to finalize some travel plans for next month and she was having none of it.

Yes, hi, we do exist. And we were trying to get CEO to implement a hybrid policy for years before covid. He hated the thought. And he was the type of person that would not hesitate to fire an entire department if they felt bold enough to complain about it. When I started there, I didn’t immediately report to him. Anyone there who had a layer of management between themselves and him had a pretty ok work experience there. Direct reports to CEO basically had to manage a toddler who was also the emporor with new clothes. I took the promotion to be his whipping post because I wanted to leverage it to move on. Instead now I have PTSD from an abusive boss and am not able to work full time.

tl;dr – the C suite does discuss things amongst themselves with and without the CEO. But CEO already knows what they want to do, usually can’t be swayed, can only be warned what the consequences of their decisions will bring.

My mom’s exasperated “shit a fiddle!” when fed up with something / something broke. When I was younger, she didn’t really say curse words around me except for this.

I’ve never heard any one else ever say this. Not in Appalachia, or anywhere. She probably made it up herself. But in the 80s she also dated a Korean War fighter pilot/POW (crashed, survived, & captured, unsure of release details). And he could have had a creative catalog of swears that she borrowed from.