Huh. Just got some odd snailmail at work.
It is my pleasure to inform you that you are being considered for inclusion into the 2006/2007 Manchester Who's Who Among Executive and Professional Woman "Honors Edition" of the registry
I need to google these jokers and see what they want.
But first, I leave work.
They want you to buy their book.
"trendy" and litterbox do not belong together.
Jesse's sign made me snortle OUT LOUD!
I have opened windows all over my house so the nice spring evening can blow through. I also did a bit of putting stuff away and the place looks presentable, but not really clean. Tomorrow I think I will turn the music up and do some cleaning in the morning.
Looking at their web site, this page quickly convinced me there's nothing there worth paying attention to.
"trendy" and litterbox do not belong together.
Her cats are indoor/outdoor and usually go outdoor. So a shallow pan filled with sand serves her needs. And she extrapolates.
It is nice out. Nice enough that I really really need to get on mgmt about fixing my a/c soon!
I hate the walkie-talkie function on phones. Bad enough I have to hear half of an inane idiot conversation, but both and one all distorted and blasting with the damned beeps?!
Damn, the pick-up person did not show. She says she will come by in the morning. UGH, she better. ION, I just added a second shelf to my entertainment center.
Also? dinner was yum.
Emmett topped off my week by smashing his finger in the car door. And then the door locked on it.
La la la, I wish I had some Vicodin. La la la.
ION, my ex-boss got my news and emailed back:
Wow. What's even shittier is that one more week (or even one more day) would have given you another month's insurance coverage. They are fuckers and assholes. And liars.
She who hates my enemies is my friend!