I'd say go for the dictionary, vw.
River ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ick, sj. Is it a large crack?
It's about the size of a nickle. They are coming out to repair it on Monday. If they can repair it rather than replace the windshield I wont have to pay the deductible.
sj, did you happen to get the trucking company name and any identifying numbers on the truck? Up here (insert canuckistan joke), companies will often respond to complaint letters with compensation, if you have details.
I got the license plate number, but not the company info. The insurance company says it doesn't matter because there is no way to prove anything.
House~ma, Susan!
Go, vw!
Ok. Dictionary it is. Too easy.
Bare with me for a moment...I need a little review.
Less than is < and Greater than is >, right?
Less than is < and Greater than is >, right?
Yes.
Less than <
Greater than >
Phew. I'm not totally stupid. I don't know why I have such a hard time with those.
Ok...of to do my "Hypothesis Testing Worksheet," some reading and some eating.
The alligator eats the larger thing, vw. That's how it's taught down here, and it's always worked for me.
Good luck with the windshield repair, sj. That sounds like a pretty repairable crack to me.
I'm gonna have to try that smoked oyster thing. Leftover Mashed Potato Potato Pancakes is my #1 Favorite Food, also. Sometimes I make mashed potatoes just so I can have leftovers that I can fry up. I do the same thing with mashed sweet potatoes. So deliriously good.
Gah, I'm hungry now.
Latkes will be a staple next week. Yum.
Good luck with the house buying, Susan!
Fucking fucking fuckety fuck.
Looks like the finalists were announced for that writing contest. And how did I find that out? By someone coming on my local RWA chapter's email loop and announcing she's finaled! Which means A) I can't ask there for sympathy, at least not yet, because that would be churlish and rain on M's parade, and B) I have to endure all kinds of "Woohoo!" and "You go, girl!" comments.
What does it fucking take? I'm a good writer. At least I think I am. And I think this story is the best thing I've ever written, and shows its quality right from the start.
Now I'm feeling bad about the other two contests I've entered. They've been around longer and have prestigious reputations, which means more entries and probably better ones.
Dammit.
Oh, damn. I'm sorry, Susan.