Shoes always work well as bug-killing instruments of death.
It got away. It was likely killable with just a tissue but I felt faster whacking the wall with my shoe. Not fast enough, cause it flew away, but still... Now I need to get the shoe scuff off of my wall. Or, you know, ignore it for a while.
Puppycat mourns everytime I kill a spider she wants to "catch" but they bite and her enjoyment isn't worth that much to me. I let her keep the gnats and she eventually eats them or loses them. Usually when they land on her nose.
Foxcast: The OC. (For people who have given up watching the show, but are too busy to read TWOP recaps! And the narrator they've got is so perfect for this job.)
Thanks, Robin. I didn't really like my Accord, though it wasn't a V6. Never even thought about the Altima..
Can I just say "Yipee!" for good days at work? Even though I've been with this company for 13 (!) years now, and in this position for more than four years, really good days are few and far between. But, due to a co-worker being out on maternity leave, they decided to teach me her tasks and let me help out, starting this afternoon. Due to being paranoid about screwing up, I got only a small fraction of the documents reviewed and entered, but the other co-worker who was training me said that I only missed one of-interest item, and caught another really important one that she probably would have missed herself.
So, for a first day, not a bad showing--yay!!
Congrats, Kathy!
Finally they said something in computerese on Waking The Dead that made sense. It's weird--so far this season they've
revisited cases from each of last season's regulars, and casting them in dubious lights.
I don't mind the premise--it just sticks out as a pattern.
ita, GG: Doyle and Paris are into krav!
Don't read if you don't want to be spoiled.
Ha! I knew it had to be Paris. Doyle surprises me. One weekend
they said that "the Gilmore Girls people are in room 3."
I was wondering...
Planes, Trains and Plaintains: The Story of Oedipus. That can't be for real.
There are screaming children in the courtyard. I really wanted to doze this headache off, like really off, and resume my day, but not a chance in shrieking hell.
I swear, when I asked who else lived here, they told me all old people. I was going to be the rowdy kid. Odd that they left out the families with young children.
The thing that makes me suspicious about that essay is the handwriting of the comments.
Otherwise, that kid is smoking some bad crack.
