Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
I think I may have mentioned to my mother that there was an online guy I was keeping company with, a while before Daniel and I met in person. And then I told her I was moving.
With my friends, I was more cautious about talking about Daniel, because with the previous guy they made a big deal out of it, and then tried to tell me I was being too hard on him when I broke up with him. Ok, that was only the one friend, who has a horrendously immature brat for a husband. But still.
Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
Bwah! That might even work.
OK, I really am not responsible enough to be trusted to take care of myself. I took off my wrist brace because it was getting itchy. Now my wrist is hurting again, and I can't find where I put the brace.
Aww, Hil! That's so cute.
Took my truck in yesterday to investigate a weird rattling noise.
Diagnosis: catalytic converter is falling apart
Treatment: $634
I called around a bit to see if I could do any better.
Second opinion: $1091 (plus tax)
Well, so much for that one credit card that I had paid off.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
And I pretty much never volunteer SO-type info to my parents until it's A Thing. Too many questions during, and too many "What Happened?"s after otherwise.
Hil, in a pinch you could immobilise and compress with an Ace Bandage, until you can locate the real deal.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
This is my excuse from now on.
This is my excuse from now on.
Hey, I live to write bumper stickers. Or something.
Ha! Found it!
(buried in a pile of blankets at the foot of my bed. Not quite sure how it got there.)
I generally blame the pets for that sort of thing. Since you don't have any, you're welcome to blame mine.
Any Bay Area Peter Gallagher fans? He'll be at UC Berkeley on Thursday, handing out the Sandy Cohen Fellowship, again.