Ugh, flea. That sounds messy and complicated and really the kind of thing your mom should have just thought about and never actually said (I do feel oddly protective of the name Toby, as it's the name of one of my most beloved cats, but your history with the name sounds infinitely more complicated and less beloving). That's really an email your mom really should have written and just never sent. Not sure which is worse, that she sent it at all or that she sent it to all three of you.
ICompletelyON, Stephen Colbert was brilliant as usual last night. "Those cowboys sure admired each other's pistols!" Slashtastically delicious.
Quite often, I tell them to put the teabag in the cup first, and then the water, which they then proceed to completely ignore.
Quite often, I tell them to put the teabag in the cup first, and then the water, which they then proceed to completely ignore.
Talk about living dangerously. People take their tea seriously. Somebody could lose an arm that way.
My one doorman has started close-talking. And today held me up as I was trying to LEAVE FOR WORK (you know those conversations you can't extract yourself from without feeling rude? and to someone you'll see every day?)
I may need to invent a boyfriend.
My email seems to be backed up by 2.5 hours. Which is annoying enough, but spam is still being delivered (to a trashbox) efficiently.
Per usual, not a peep from IT about the problem.
From upthread a bit: One really, really nice thing about being a regular at a coffee-getting place? If you're unexpectedly short on cash, "your" cashier/barista/whoever will just wave you on through and say "Catch up on it next time." Or, anyhow, mine would, out in Berkeley. It was lovely.
Which is annoying enough, but spam is still being delivered
Come rain, hail, or snow the spam always gets delivered.
When I order at Starbucks (which is rare) I do just use small, medium, and large. Can't be arsed to remember their words for it, and I have no patience to try.
will just wave you on through and say "Catch up on it next time."
We did that in the bagel shop. We also had a regular who was a cop who apparently had a very um, stinky patrol. He'd stand in the doorway and call out his order because "I really can't inflict this on y'all " so we'd run around the counter to him. He was very funny.
