Failed craft

I seem to have failed in making plaster of paris which includes all of TWO ingredients, flour and water. I hid treasures in it, hoping it would harden into a brick that Jack could excavate after school today. However, it looks like a lovely Brie, and I don’t imagine Jack’s chisel and hammer are going to make much headway. Hmm…

Irises from my Mom’s yard, finally in bloom. I said, “Oliver, look, they’re ope

Irises from my Mom’s yard, finally in bloom. I said, “Oliver, look, they’re open. Aren’t they beautiful?!” He said, “that one not open, Mom,” pointing to an emergent bud and turned around. Hah!

Insanely stupid customer service

Ok, this might take the cake for dumbest aggressive behavior ever. We are daily NYTimes subscribers, and on Monday ours didn’t arrive. So that evening, I filed a “missed paper” note on the Times’ website. This morning I ran out, eagerly anticipating the Dining section. Did I find my paper? I did not. Instead I found an empty delivery bag impaled on my porch rail with a note inside that says “thank you for your paper complaint- they charge me $3 each complaint but I always leave your NY paper every day I don’t understand why you are complainting so wait your paper next day. Carrier”.

Is this guy serious? Did he not think I wouldn’t immediately call customer service and express my indignation? I wasn’t trying to get him in trouble, I just want my damn paper. But this is just stupid and offensive behavior, and you can bet I’m going to follow up.