Ugh. Well, at least it's over, Hec.
Pricks.
'The Train Job'
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Ugh. Well, at least it's over, Hec.
Pricks.
I just leave a long tail (5-6")of the new yarn, holding it awkwardly with my pinky for a couple of stitches, and weave it in when I'm done, Fern.
-t pretty much does what I do.
Hec, that sucks beyond measure, but in some ways, I'm glad it's over. I hope you're able to find something wonderful soon.
I'm sorry, Hec. I hope you find a wonderful new place of employment.
Vortex niece is a cutie!! Love the sunglasses.
vw looks cute in with her gauzey head.
Half of my journey is over. I'm in San Francisco awaiting a flight to Eugene, OR...
Hec, they fuckin' suck. Lawyers should know better than to behave that way. May their gonads roast on a fire of immolated lobbyists.
Assholes.
Have a nice lie-in tomorrow, Hec. Maybe take your lovely wife out to lunch.
Job-not-requiring-working-with-assholes-ma. And lots of it.
ChiKat, et al, count me in for Big Gal Thrifting (time permitting, of course).
Aw heck, Hec. The whole think stinks with a side of yuck sauce. At least you don't have to spend your precious time in a toxic environment with a bunch of Stepford Republicans now. Those slimy goddamn weasel bastards, may they ever be infested with the cooties of ten thousand nerds.
I will personally buy you a martini at your convenience.
Ugh. That sucks, Hec. Not a surprise, obviously. I hope your next job is with better people.
Hec, I am so angry on your behalf. But I know you'll find something better and FAR less crazy-making.
Jesus, Hec. At least the waiting is over. ::shakes head bewildered::
awaiting a flight to Eugene, OR...I'll wave!
I'll be looking for ya', Cass! Boarding now.