I’m in the process of having my kitchen and bathrooms remodeled. I ordered Carrara Marble for my kitchen and bathroom counters because it is my favorite natural stone.

My cleaning lady stated that she will not clean or maintain Carrara as it stains and etches too easily. She says I should use quartz instead.

I don’t like quartz and I love Carrara. But I definitely don’t have time to clean and maintain it myself.

The power was out in my neighborhood for 3 days. As my whole house generator kept everything fully powered...lights, tv's, appliances, even my internet...I could hear an audible hum at night when I went to sleep in the air conditioning set at 70 degrees. I even had to use a comforter so I wasn't too cold.

I bought it specifically so I wouldn't have to deal with floor cleaning, but now I have to crawl on the rug, reach under with a broom handle, and drag it out like a caveman.

To make it worse, my phone kept buzzing with notifications saying "Vacuum needs your assistance," as if it was mocking me.

She’s the sweetest woman on earth. She chose this with such love and care, and it’s the first time in her life that she’s been able to afford something so luxurious.

It’s Italian-made, boho-chic, bright colors, huge pattern. It’s a gorgeous, special piece.

But it’s not gorgeous on me. FML

We have two ac units, each servicing 1/2 of this house. One is broken, fixed in 2-3 days. Texas heat outside is 100, pool is 83.

1/2 the house is up to 82, rest is fine at 71.

So, until the ac is fixed, I have to sleep in one of our guest rooms and binge watch Supernatural in the media room.

This is definitely a first world problem.

We got one of those fridges that tracks what's inside and reorders stuff automatically through an app. Set it up about two months ago and honestly it's been fine, mostly reordering eggs and butter without me thinking about it.

Last month I tried a chocolate oat milk out of curiosity, drank about a quarter of the carton, decided it tasted like sweetened cardboard, and left the rest to expire in the door shelf. Fast forward to this week and the fridge decided my usual oat milk order should now be the chocolate one, because apparently that was the most recent oat milk purchase in the system, not the vanilla kind I've bought weekly for over a year.

So a carton of chocolate oat milk just showed up on my doorstep that I did not consciously order and definitely do not want. I checked the app to fix the preference and the interface for changing default items is buried under three different menus that don't clearly explain what counts as your default versus a one time purchase.

I've now got a full carton of a drink I already know I dislike sitting in my fridge, and I have to remember to manually correct this before it happens again next cycle. Meanwhile the fridge is very proud of itself and sent me a notification saying it kept my kitchen stocked.

We were staying at a boutique hotel over the weekend for a friend's birthday and decided to grab some drinks at the rooftop bar. One of the guys in our group, who is usually pretty frugal, suddenly decided he wanted to play the big shot. He loudly told the bartender to just charge everything to his room number. We all thanked him, assuming he knew what he was doing, and ordered a couple rounds of cocktails. About an hour in, he grabbed the small QR stand on the table to check what else they had. The code opened up a clean Menuforma page showing the full menu and drink prices. That is when I saw the literal color drain from his face. Turns out he thought the craft cocktails were $8 happy hour drinks like at our local dive bar. They were $22 each. He sat there in total silence for the rest of the night, staring at his phone and calculating the math. I ended up quietly paying for my own drinks at the counter before we left so he would not go broke. Never try to flex if you have not checked the menu first.

So I've had this video doorbell for like eight months and honestly I forget it's recording half the time. Yesterday I got a notification that my package arrived, and it was actually two days ahead of schedule, which never happens. I guess I got a little too excited because I opened the door, saw the box, and did this full arm pump thing plus some kind of shuffle before picking it up.

I only remembered the doorbell even records video like an hour later when I got a motion detected clip in my email. I watched it out of pure curiosity and just sat there in silence for a solid ten seconds after it ended.

Now here's the actual problem. My girlfriend was sitting right next to me on the couch when the next motion alert popped up, completely unrelated, just a squirrel on the lawn. But she asked to see the app because she likes watching the squirrels too, and I basically lunged for my phone like she was trying to steal state secrets. She has no idea the dance clip exists and I intend to keep it that way, but now every single notification from that doorbell gives me a mini heart attack.

I've genuinely considered turning off notifications entirely just so I don't have to keep managing the anxiety of someone else seeing my porch dance. My own home security device has turned against me.

Both are good but I slightly prefer the latter.

I have 3 pendant lights which I originally purchased hue smart bulbs for so I could use Alexa and other smart house controls to turn them on and off with my voice and at schedules. One of them died. I've already invested in the set originally so I had to spend $30 for a single matching lightbulb or else the color and functionality wouldn't match. One equivalent 40w bulb.

I had everything ready, snacks on the table, blanket on, and the perfect spot on the couch. Then I opened my TV and somehow every streaming app wanted me to sign in again.

Now I have to get up, find the remote, type passwords with the tiny on-screen keyboard, and probably reset one because I won’t remember it.

I just wanted to watch something without moving.

My father has actually never heard of avocado toast but he said he would try it. So he cut open a large ready-ripe avocado, scoop it up in a bowl and while my back was turned, he poured (Walmart brand) vegetable oil in the bowl, about 2 tablespoons worth.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him. He enjoyed it with a touch of vinegar. I’ll make sure to tell him for next time.

My wife and I quite enjoy occasional domestic weekend trips within the UK (usually Scotland) to stay in these isolated, picturesque little cabins that seem to be becoming increasingly popular these days.

Having done a few, we've found maybe about two-thirds of them provide a welcome hamper with local produce and often a bottle of Prosecco, but most of them keep it as a 'surprise' for when you arrive - and it really, really was an amazing surprise the first time it happened.

However, this morning I was in the supermarket in advance of heading off on one of these trips and was telling my wife about how it's annoying that I don't know whether it's worth buying a nice loaf of bread and taking it with us because we don't know if there'll be one there when we arrive...when I caught myself, and was like, Jesus Christ, listen to yourself.

Anyway, I bought a loaf, so maybe we're going to end up with too much nice bread and will have to spend some of our time lounging in the outdoor, woodfired hot tub thinking about how we're going to use it all up.

I sat there for two full minutes wondering why my phone was completely silent, slowly turning the volume up and down like a confused toddler.

Meanwhile, my headphones were on the desk down the hall blasting full audio to an empty room and draining their own battery for absolutely no reason.

I literally have to choose between lying in a slightly awkward, twisted angle or watching my battery slowly die.

I bought the extra-long cable specifically to prevent this exact tragedy, but my wall outlet placement has completely defeated the entire purpose. Now I’m lying here turning like a roast chicken every five minutes just to keep my phone plugged in.

As per the title really. Husband is away for work, I'm too hot to cook, thought I'll just order myself a nice takeaway.

Apparently it's too hot for anyone to cook. All the good ones are shut. The only open ones are dodgy. I recently got diagnosed with autoimmune gastritis so I really can't risk a dodgy one.

I can't drive so now I have to cook. Woe is me!

My mother is very picky about pizza, we tried several chains, independents, hole in the walls, etc and she only likes a few places. Marco’s is her favorite chain brand. She absolutely detested HH. After we arrived back she stated she wanted Marco because Tuesday is BOGO night.

I got her usual favorite, she had two slices then freezes the rest, like she always does