Betsy, do you still have the link for those little infant socks with the mary janes? (That was you right? If not, see below.)
P-C: I learnt all my crazy talk from The Man. Science was learnt from the young. Be young. Don't be The Man.
edited: Slaughering Natter since Two-thousand-Aught-Aught!
Yes, because trying to decipher that made my head explode.
Semi-seriously: If the homeless thing has reached the Unknowing Mid-West, has some kind of threshold been passed?
eta: Brenda, blame The Man. It usually gets a few knowing nods.
It was these (not cheap) socks. [link]
Gus, I am so aghast at your unwanted housesitter and your inability to evict him unaided due to Homeowning While Black that I find myself forced to cobble together a new not-a-word in order to adequately convey the expression on my face. I'm sitting here reading the thread, slack-and-flabberjawed.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
I have no idea how I'd react. I'd like to think it would involve a large stick, or perhaps one of the knives, but it's hard to say. It would probably take me on the order of minutes if not quarter-hours to actually believe it was happening.
"This is the sort of thing that happens to Gus, not me!"
Famous last words.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
This doesn't strike me as a
robust
response.
You want robust? Go get ita.
I'm still working on how difficult it's got to be to set a shopping cart on fire.
I am thinking, blowtorch.
I think if I came home from a long trip to find a stranger who had taken possession of my house I would just sit down on the spot and DIE.
I would snap, and not in that lovely spring peas way but in that first ten minutes of a horror movie way. I have a thing about my personal space/property, and the voluntariness of my sharing it.
I'm still working on how difficult it's got to be to set a shopping cart on fire.
It was a shopping cart with some clothes and scrap wood in it.