The Peevery

What am I paying for?

I checked the "On Demand" listing for HBO looking for a newish movie to watch tonight.  A good 50% of the movies they are listing are from the 90's.  What?  If I wanted to watch a movie from the 90's I could watch basic cable.

I will not read it if it starts out like this:

Re: Fwd: Fw: Jesus...

Peevery Travel Alert!

I will be in Las Vegas for a few days attending a conference for work. If anyone wants to get a drink or a meal, let me know. I can only go to so many strip clubs alone, you know? I am arriving tomorrow.

Hooptie

My car is so ghetto! The little plastic panel that controls the window and lock controls has lately been popping up out of place every single time I shut the driver-side door. Since it has no screws or latches, I guess I will have to duct-tape it down. Classy!

EDD

I am coining a new phrase based on the ever-popular ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder). It's called EDD. Or Email Deficit Disorder. It afflicts those to whom you send an email with a couple of questions and they only reply to the first question, prompting you to send another email and waste time. I know several people who do this and it pisses me off to no end. What's worse is when I write back, I'll ask a follow up question to the first response, knowing that I will not get an answer to that one until the next email. Do you know anyone with this affliction? Is there a cure?

The Christmas Crazies

I live in a neighborhood that goes crazy with the Christmas decorations. I don't live on the street with the hardcore crazies, but my house is on the street that is the main entrance/exit to our neighborhood, so I kind of feel like it is expected that we do SOMETHING.

We have these six peppermint lollipop things that are like 3 feet high so we are going to put those up in the yard. Then we have a ton of medium white lights. We are either going to put them on the house or we are going to wrap them around the trunk and main branches of the big tree in our front yard so that it looks like it is made out of lights. Which do you think is better? What do you normally do at your place?

We're all (sorta) famous

Peeved Michelle graciously permitted me to include the Peevery and some of her personal information in my new Blog Cabin article in the December issue of Buffalo Spree Magazine.

Read it here.

You Are a Winner! (Feel Good Day at the Peevery)

You want one of these magnets? I brought them to work to mail to the Black Friday winners and I have a couple extras. The first two people to comment on this post can have them.

How Soon Before They Begin Therapy?

No less than 10 times, mothers have dragged their teenage (and in two cases, preteen) daughters up to my counter in hysterics because the daughter had some....wait for it....

...pimples.

I am floored by these people. They are freaking out about three or four zits on their perfect daughter's faces. They want to try Proactive. They don't understand what they could be doing wrong. Usually the daughter is ready to bolt or sinking into the spot where they are standing and dying of embarrassment.  Get a fucking grip! Teenage girls get zits! It's called hormones! God forbid these poor girls make their plastic mothers look bad. 

Say My Name, Say My Name

Hey bitch who wants to sell my house, learn my name. I've only signed over a dozen emails to you, but go right ahead calling me Michelle. (Uh, no offense peeve master).