uggggh

[jesseh]

I just called my grandmother to check up and see about having dinner with her tomorrow, since my parents were supposed to be at some friends' lake house for the week. She told me they just came home, because my father was too disoriented not in his own home. UGH. (Granted, it's a second-hand story from a 92 year old, but it sounds about right.)

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[sarameg]

During the last spell of awful hot, a coworker was lamenting how she had a tuna melt and then went home to an unair-conditioned apartment and spent the rest of the night in agony and lamenting everything. Which led me to a rare bit of wit "One bad tuna melt and find yourself questioning all your life choices." Which has become my catchphrase (that no one else gets) for those futzy, cranky hot hours when nothing is comfortable.

I'm sorry your family is having a rough spell.

[jesseh]

YES. One bad tuna melt!!!

[sarameg]

EXACTLY.

I'm ridiculously amused she now greets me with "ONE BAD TUNA MELT!"

[stephl]

Embrace the cornhole, dude. Embrace it.

And I don't mean to make light of your dad's situation at all; I wish things were easier for all of you, him most of all.

But the cornhole thing made me laugh. Legend is that the craze (though not the actual game) started here in Cincinnati, and as it makes its way to other places and people react with predictable horror, I can't help laughing.

[jesseh]

Hey, we had BEANBAG TOSS. When I was a kid. This whole doing-it-in-bars-and-calling-it-cornhole thing is ALL NEW. I will now blame you.

[stephl]

We (well, the city, in general terms) are proud of it. It's so much less embarrassing than other things that have been associated with the city!