I'm not sure exactly when, but at some point in the past month I stopped getting text messages in a group chat between my mom and siblings. Weird thing is I don't seem to have any problem getting texts sent just to me, or even with other group texts (as far as I know).

We mostly just share memes and shit, but it drives me nuts thinking that someone could be trying to tell me something and it just doesn't reach my phone.

I had her for at least 18 years and she was special. She was shy and spent 99% of her time in my bedroom, but she was also pretty vocal and would often reply when you spoke to her.

They also seem to realized that the dog can't get them through the glass.

Honestly, I find these emails more amusing than infuriating. Is that $800 per week? Total? I guess I'll never know, because I didn't become a software developer just to work in a warehouse.

I just got a bill for a Wayfair credit card that was issued by Citi bank that I did not apply for. I never even shopped on that website.

I tried contacting both Citi bank and Wayfair, but since I don't have the full account number, I couldn't get past Citi's automated phone menu.

Wayfair's phone system was a fucking nightmare getting transferred to various departments, but eventually transferred me to a foreign call center where they insisted that they needed my social security number and birth date to file a report, but I'm not giving them that.

The best thing is that the scammer managed to get a higher credit limit than I was able to get on my own card.

For example, I saved a bunch of these small cardboard sheets that were separating the rows of cans in a box of cat food.

Add some glue and you have a little tent for your cat.

After I showed her one of the bird videos, she now eagerly waits while I turn on the tablet in the morning and she watches me open Youtube and pick a video.

Sometimes she accidentally closes the video, or opens the comments and then I need to step in to make sure she doesn't post any offensive comments.

I don't remember why I originally bothered to read this manual 25 years ago, but I ended up reading it to enjoy the jokes and humorous writing it contained.

She's clearly having fun, running around in circles, chewing sticks, and finding and eating cat poop. And I don't want to discourage her from having fun when I take her outside (except for the cat poop thing -- that needs to stop).

But she seems to have the idea that jumping up and biting my wrists or my ankles is a fun game that we both enjoy, and she seems to be getting more agressive about it.