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I don't know what I am looking for; I only know I haven't found it yet.
'Shindig'
[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.
Are you looking for anything in particular?
I don't know what I am looking for; I only know I haven't found it yet.
I just processed mail that was returned from someone who objected to being sent a notice imprinted with the name of a previous homeowner. It is a 9 inch by 6 inch envelope.
On the front of the envelope, in two inch-high black wide-tipped marker: NOT HERE.
On the rest of the front in one-inch letters: WHAT iS THE NAME ON ThiS MAiLBOX
Case mixing included.
Oddly enough, the post office interpreted this as "Return to sender."
Personally, I would have marked it "Looney, keep away," but the post office doesn't have a stamp like that.
I would totally do that.
Last thing I sent back had pretty detailed notation -- indicating that they didn't need to forward me this piece of mail, since that's not my last name, that's not my first name, and that's not even my previous address.
It came right back to me a week later.
Personally, I would have marked it "Looney, keep away," but the post office doesn't have a stamp like that.
I need a stamp like that.
I don't know what I am looking for; I only know I haven't found it yet.
::cues U2 for sj's hair::
Susan roooooooooooocks.
I still love that song, man. Don't worry, sj, you're in good hands there. I have my OTH, pretty much, I think, thanks to Hec.
I need a stamp like that.
Or a tattoo.
That's a lovely tribute to your father,Susan
Thanks for the advice, all. Corn syrup is yet another thing I can't get here, so Mal's safe from that. I assume I could use Lyle's Golden syrup if it came down to it, but we're going with the diluted grape juice (which he seems to be a big fan of) and the olive-oil-water (which he doesn't mind). I keep telling him "This too shall pass" and then giggling. I need to get out more.
But I just put him to bed, and early indications seem to be that the treatment is working. Tomorrow is my neighborhood farmer's market, so I was going to load up on fruits and veggies anyway, and start stewing/straining/freezing food for him while the produce is still good.
Jen, I wasn't really responding to your comment to Nora (which I thought was really funny, because I remember all too well the days when my child-having friends could talk about nothing else). I was just trying for a little delicacy, as my natural inclination is to be a little too descriptive, probably.
Lovely memories of your dad, Susan.
Job-ma to PC.