Note to self: Reconsider storing bottle of naproxen on desk next to similarly-colored and shaped bottle of white-out.
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've just committed a huge familial faux pas. I have no words. Blaming it on concussion and being stunned at the gossip won't cover it. I've just named the elephant in the room we've been ignoring for years. Nothing good can come of it. I want to throw up. And it's not just the concussion talking.
oh, no, ita. I'm sorry. ugh.
Aw, I'm sorry ita. May it not be too rocky.
Despite knowing better, I find myself having to ask what kind of props?
I do not know, as we have not yet had the annual meeting. But I saw a coworker walking around with a prop stop sign, and I imagine they have more props where that came from.
I want to throw up. And it's not just the concussion talking.
Oh, ita. I've totally been the blurter of the elephant before (helpful hint: when a family member's spouse is rambling on about his ex-wife, it isn't a good idea to ask, "Which one?" at Thanksgiving dinner), yet I have no helpful suggestions.
It's making me want to cry. I'm going to be so horribly panicky, and to make it worse, I dragged someone else into it too. So it's not just me pointing at the huge pachyderm. I want to go home and ... I don't know what. I just don't want to read my e-mail ever again, either from the person I dragged down with me, or for the person I was talking to at the time.
Damn ita. That is a whole lot of no fun.
aw ita, I'm sorry
Best wishes, ita.
Deep breath , ita . So sorry .