Frog and Goat

I despise Lowe’s. There I’ve said it. I despise them and their total lack of customer service. Why oh why did we buy garage doors from them? Oh yeah, we went there looking for lights since we’ve pretty much exhausted Home Depot’s selection and decided to get the garage doors from them. I called today to see if they were in since they are due in some time this week. I called the number on our order page, got voice response and then pressed the number I was given. The phone rang for more than 2 minutes and 33 seconds and I hung up. I hate them. Come on to Mechanicsville you asshats. I’m not going to shop at your store even if the store plopped down 2 feet from my house. Just give me my garage doors and I’ll try to never ever darken your door again. More than 2 minutes before someone, anyone could take the call?

And, since I’m on a “customer service that sucks” rant, whatever you do, don’t be swayed by any magazine claims of renewing your floor with stuff called Hope’s Floor Renew. I ordered that from a flim-flam company and their customer service has sucked the life right out of me. Finally today I cancelled the order. I’ll drive around until I find the stuff locally. Kiss my big ass.

Ok, if a French firm is offering up an additional 2.6 million shots of the flu vaccine, how many red-blooded Amuricans are going to take those shots? Mmmm, let me see. I’d say 2.6 million. Does that make them un-Amurican? Because if voting for that liberal John Kerry makes me un-Amurican (which according to a few bumper stickers I saw over the weekend is true and it also means I’m stupid…never mind that our country was founded on principles that encouraged free-thinking), then taking that flu shot is nothing if not hypocritical. Yeah, all you freedom fry eating folks, I’m calling you hypocritical.

When my sisters and I were kids, we played with Barbies just like little girls everywhere. Occasionally, we’d actually play nice with our collection of plastic people, but mostly we didn’t. Typically, one of the doll heads would end up in the bedroom light. One of my sisters was the master of climbing on the bunk bed, stretching out and plucking the head back out of the light. Sometimes all the dolls would get their heads switched. It was a challenge to get Ken’s head to fit on Barbie’s body.

My Dynamic Duo would often run over other dolls with the Batmobile. And, who can forget the always dangerous elevator in the Barbie apartment? Sometimes, the elevator would eject right out of the top of the apartment building sending bodies out into the air. Other times, Barbie and her equally stupid friends would stand under the elevator car and become crushed.

I came across this on BoingBoing and laughed to myself. I’m afraid if we had had a copy of Sims we would have done something similar.