This is a MAJOR first world problem, but if anyone has seen my sunglasses, please tell them to get their ass home in case I might one day need them again.
I've had this pair for six years and they've been faithful and handy to have around (when the sun is shining). I'd hate to think that I've lost them for good. But I haven't seen them in weeks. And that's a bad sign.
You need to get a Cassandra-cat, lock them in a room together, and see which one comes out alive.
Except first, the Cassandra-cat will tell you the two-thousand dollar lamp will be destroyed, and you won't believe it.
Susan, insent. And good luck to Dylan!
So I have fresh flowers from the farmer's market, some cheesecake and a divorce.
It sounds like the opening line of a particuarly brittle chick-lit book.
Connie may have a new tag. I haven't had time to get accustomed to everyone's old new tags.
Oh, hold on, fucking shit. Cass is getting a divorce? Christ, it all makes sense now. {{{{{{Cass}}}}}}
Damn MS Word and its auto-correcting ways!
I thought I'd figured out how to fix every single way it messes with Standard Manuscript Format, but I just found a new one. How do you undo the automatic superscript it puts on the letters in something like "3rd" or "95th"?
Format | Autoformat | Options
Uncheck "Ordinals"
(Depending on how you have Word set up, you might also have to uncheck it under "Autoformat as you Type.")