Perkins, what does your hair do when you grow it out? While I've seen it longer than it is now, I don't think I've known you to have it long. Have I?
I lurv sweet potato fries. Are we imagining American (w/ mayo) sweet potato salad or German (w/ vinegar) sweet potato salad?
I've been distracted from freaking out about this evening's haircut by the pressing need to SMITE this woman I'm working for.
From overheard in the office:
Customer service: Is your desktop on the screen of your laptop?
Customer: Yes.
Customer service: Okay, go ahead and close all windows.
Customer: My apartment does not have any windows.
You do have lovely thick hair, Perkins. If I may be permitted to be bossy as all hell, though (I know, usually Hec's job, but he doesn't seem to be around just this moment), you should either keep some kind of bangs/fringe/something shortish front and center or work on styles that sweep your hair back, 'cause you have very pretty eyes that deserve to be nicely framed and attention-drawing, not obscured by a mass of hair.
I have a great recipe for sweet potato salad. Sweet potatoes, honey-mustard made from scratch, some celery for crunch -- excellent.
Not potato salad that is sweet, nor mayonnaise ever coming in contact with a sweet potato.
OMG, how is it Thursday!! It was Monday just a minute ago.
Customer: My apartment does not have any windows.
Hate it when you can tell they're fake submissions.
OK, now I'm craving potato salad. (My grandmother's recipe -- potatoes, onions, and romaine, with a dressing made with oil, vinegar, mustard, a little bit of mayo, and some herbs which I can't remember right now, though parsely and dill seem right.)
Customer service: Okay, go ahead and close all windows.
Customer: My apartment does not have any windows.
So in addition to not understanding the most basic computer teminology, this person apparently lives in a basement lair?
I really need to go to the grocery store. Except for the part where I don't want to fight for a parking spot on the street when I'm done.
Argh.
I don't like sweet potatoes.
Oh, ChiKat, if you're still around, did ya get my e-mail from this morning?