We will hate her for you, so you can enjoy the rest of the visit.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Where's we leave the teleporter?
Oh, shit. Did it get left behind in the hospitality suite?
Y'all are very sweet with beatings and the smiting. If it comes up again I will release you to do your worst.
eta: Cindy, you are a genius. For the rest of the weekend I can just smile and think of the Bitches' wrath whenever necessary.
Oh, that feels good.
I need someone to clue stick a co worker. He has a terrible habit of coming up to you and starting a conversation in the middle using lots of vague pronouns. Vague pronouns are no one's friend. So he'll come up and say something like:
"They aren't coming, I called but they aren't coming, they said it'll be tomorrow before they can come and fix it."
Except his grammar is really bad so there are also double negatives to wade through. I'm constantly stopping him and trying to gently remind him that I don't know who he is talking about or what it is and he needs to be more specific. So far that hasn't worked.
All those who don't want to be at work, but elsewhere pursuing other things or just slounging, raise your hands!
raises both and feet
raises both hands and feet, adds a butt wiggle and a shimmy for emphasis.
Can we stick your cow-orker in a malfunctioning elevator with my ex-boss, her of the utterly incoherent writing skills, and leave them stuck in it until their brains melt into goo, and/or their use of words for communication becomes more communicaty?
I gronk, still, therefore I am. In addition to the gronk, I need to know, do banks still accept un-endorsed checks "for deposit only"?
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Beej, much ~ma for you. Also, thanks, because reading your post reminded me I needed to cal my doctor to follow up on the lab work done on blood samples I gave yesterday. We're trying to figure out why I'm so goddamn tired all the time. I think my doctor thinks it's psychosomatic, or lifestyle related, or something. Which is aggravating but she's probably right. If the tests (thyroid, anemia, mono) don't show anything I may ask about anti-d's.
That call reminded me to make another MUCH LESS PLEASANT call to our insurance agent's.
Me: Hi, I'm calling because of some damage that was done to our floor and foundation because of the storms a couple weeks ago. I am not sure where to start -
Her: damage from groundwater is not covered under homeowner insurance, you'd need a separate policy for that.
Me: could you check to see if we have that policy?
Her: Uh, what? (implication: if we had it, we'd know it)
To sum up: I must to call FEMA.
Also, Tom is FUCKING FREAKING OUT about the whole thing and I hate it. I hate all of it.
That sounds like a cluestick might not be enough, askye. Perhaps come IV clue directly into the jugular.
What's the situation with the unendorsed checks, WindSparrow? Deposited through an ATM?
Oh, God, Nora, I'm so sorry.
Hm, askye, the only suggestion I'd have would be to stop him at every single pronoun and vague unfinished thought until he either learns to be preemptively specific or just stops calling you again, ever. All polite and bright and apologetic, but incessant. Like:
"They aren't coming, I called but they aren't coming, they said it'll be tomorrow before they can come and fix it."
"They [Sorry, but they who?] aren't coming [Sorry, but aren't coming where?], I called [Sorry, but who did you call?] but they [Sorry, but is this the same they?] aren't coming, they said [Sorry, but who said?] it'll be tomorrow before they can come and fix it [Sorry, but fix what?]."
But, in general, ugh.
-t, I'm so sorry. And it doesn't even matter that your MIL didn't hear about the second miscarriage. She already knows there was one wanted pregnancy and one miscarriage, and if she had a grain of common sense she'd just assume that you must either (a) be trying again, or (b) have a damn good reason for not trying again, or for not talking about the trying, and she'd HUSH UP. If you bring her into SF at any time during her visit and she crosses my path, consider this fair warning that cluesticking may occur, with an actual stick.