You are doing the right thing- ignore them! I'll give you a good comment to counteract the bad- I think you are a nice person and you work hard to be a better person. If we met in real life perhaps we would be friends!
Hope that makes you feel better!

Thanks...I had an otherwise happy birthday. Besides, it's not my first rodeo when it came to dealing with trolls, the rude, and flame wars.

Highly amused by the jeans I ordered mostly out of curiosity cos they don't sell the women's ones here. I got me 2 pairs from Brand1 and 5 pairs from Brand2.

Brand1 jeans were not a success - they should've been because both were my size but neither fit. They were also hilairously short
Brand2 jeans were interesting. Pair1 I got in 2 different sizes they both fit well so I'll need to pick one. Pair2 was also 2 different pairs but pair A was much too big and pair B had a major fault cos 1 leg was much narrower than the other (who needs their blood to flow?). Pair3 was good too but I'm just not sure I like it enough so that's going back too.

I just want real jeans that can live 10 or more years without losing thier shape you know? Like sure stretchy jeans are cool and all but have you had jeans worn soft that can hold themselves together???

Took a shower for the first time in a while...I had been spending time caring for my parents, especially since Q4 sales are going to pick up in November. My parents work in retail stores and distribution centers, so I may have to learn about dinner prep.

Otherwise, I took a good nap.

Wedding (2nd this year). Ate too much food/cakes, had some good laughs, and all in all had a great time.

(Despite the "cursed" week leading up to the wedding - at least 5+people getting hurt or being sick, and several trips to the hospital between them)

Part of the list of things we needed to get done yesterday was to bring the pigs to the vets for nail trims. Both of them are fine; it was a tech appointment.

I warned the tech that was going to be doing their nails that Cole is a drama queen. Doing something as simple as putting him on a scale in a vet office environment sets him off. I don't know why as I weigh him here at home and he doesn't do that. I digress.

They brought him to the treatment room to do his nails and weigh him. He wasn't back there for a full minute before he started screeching. He could be heard over a waiting room of 4 dogs of various sizes, phones ringing, talking from exam rooms, ect... It was so bad another tech came out to tell me that he was just sitting on a towel on the exam room table and screeching letting everybody know that he's mad. I explained that I did tell the tech that took him that he was a drama queen. Whether she believed me or not, I don't know but she found out first hand that I wasn't lying.

Lincoln on the other hand just put up with the scale and the nail trim without all the noise and drama.

If guinea pigs held grudges, I would say the show Cole put on was carry-over from Friday as both of them had a bath and blow dry. Both of them were mad at me until right before it was time for their bed time treat. I don't think pigs hold grudges for 24-plus hours though.

The commentary will be interesting the next time they have to go for nail trims.

Not in a mood to talk.

So much on my mind lately.

Not worth talking about.

It was, once again, time for me to ask the community outreach center to send out a message to donors (which I was blatantly honest about the facts about my situation) so they could send me a gift card for a meal at a restaurant or a shopping trip online. It wasn't crowded so we were in and out before our originally scheduled appointment.

On the way to and from the center, we saw about 5-7 deer that were hit by trucks.

(The mating season, scientifically known as rutting season in terms of deer biology, is currently in full swing.)

I did my chores after lunch. I am currently relaxing after one of many office visits. Tomorrow, a house inspector is coming to take a look at the house (tax purposes, my grandfather has this covered under the number of houses under his estate).

Better not screw up tomorrow.

Today is therapy day.

Not much of a fan to expose an underbelly of any sorts. But it's needed to help alleviate my problems. I got more than two problems.

This is another day for me, but my mom's official birthday is today. I have been 37 for a week and currently I feel like I am fatigued by the whole world situation.

I decided to give her a bag of Swedish Fish (her favorite candy) as a day-of gift. I was on DoorDash. Turned out the reason my garbanzo puffs weren't there was the shop was out of stock.

But I did sign up for a discount for delivery (I monthly, or even fortnightly, have something DoorDashed, depending on how much I have on hand.)

On a perfect week of oral hygiene ($14) and kitchen duties ($25) combined, I make $39 total in pocket change (compared to the monthly check).

The $14 is incentive enough to keep teeth in my mouth when I go for sedation dentistry and go under.

Before they started last time, I shouted "No Fentanyl!" I was scared while on the table, but my rights as a patient were honored. I have parents with addiction as part of their traits, so I was scared of the idea of fentanyl as it's highly potent.

But otherwise, $39 is okay with me, I don't mind the money for dishes and dental routines.