• I made cinnamon apple muffins yesterday, despite learning during the flour measuring portion of the baking that a) my flour was BREAD flour and b) I had already filled my Tupperware flour container with said flour, except that it hadn’t been empty, so the new bread flour is now mixed with an unknown amount of old all-purpose flour.

• Blogger continues to be super weird. Some Blogger blogs allow me to make comments as per usual. Other Blogger blogs only work if I open an “incognito” window and comment there. A small number of Blogger blogs don’t let me comment at ALL. Why. What the hell.

• A person I deal with regularly assured me more than a year ago that they didn’t have a specific type of equipment we needed to work together. Not only that, but they were unable, for various unsolvable reasons, to procure the equipment. We have – Tim Gunn voice – made it work, but our workaround, which always had limitations, is growing increasingly cumbersome. Last week, in a fit of irritation, I reached out to this person’s superior to ask for a resolution. Turns out, the equipment was available ALL ALONG. I am… so annoyed.

• Our choices of online retailers continue to drive me bonkers. I placed an order for Halloween stuff, chose the arrival date that supposedly means fewer boxes, and then watched as everything arrived separately. Wait – that’s not entirely true; the tube of black lipstick was stuck in with one of the items. But what’s annoying me more than that is that the delivery people seem to delight in leaving the boxes in the worst possible place. A few weeks ago, “the worst possible place” was on the edge of the stoop furthest away from the house, when it was actively raining and they would have had to move it six inches at most for it to be under the overhang. But yesterday, they left a box on our driveway, smack in the center of the closed garage door, in the perfect spot for my husband to run over it on his way to work. Thank goodness I checked my email and saw the notification that said “Delivered 1 Item: Pet Supplies” because it’s not like anyone ever rings the bell anymore. I was able to swoop out and scoop it up before my husband unknowingly destroyed it.

• We have a fruit fly infestation. In the past, an aging banana or a pot of cat grass that had been around too long might attract a handful of fruit flies. But it seems like there are dozens of them, flitting around my house. I have eliminated all fruit, garbage, and plants with the potential to harbor them. I have scrubbed. I have sprayed. I have vacuumed. They persist!

• Related: My husband stopped on the way home to buy a Zevo, which is apparently something he and my daughter know about and I do not. We set it up and were gratified to see that two fruit flies immolated themselves upon the sticky tape almost immediately. The remaining fruit flies must be smarter than they look because the rest of them avoided the Zevo. I now have a dish of apple cider vinegar and soap sitting out next to the Zevo. So far, the fruit flies seem happy to congregate around the rim of the dish without taking a dip.

• We are currently having work done on the exterior of our house (yay!) and it makes me feel trapped in the house (boo).

• The book I am currently listening to is REALLY GOOD and engrossing and creepy… but it’s also really upsetting because it’s about bullying and murder and being a teenage girl. But it’s SO GOOD I can’t stop listening.

• Carla asked me to take her to the dollar store yesterday after school to get nail glue and Pokemon cards and they are alllllllllll decked out for Christmas. It is still October. I CANNOT DEAL.

You know who else who has some serious grievances? Lenny.
He is, shall we say, not loving the bat costume (aka Pet Supplies) that Carla ordered for him.

What’s grumping you out this week?