Along with your Bitch Blanket?
Ahhh, yes....had forgotten about that.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Along with your Bitch Blanket?
Ahhh, yes....had forgotten about that.
Before they arrive, you might want to take five minutes to make a drawing of the accident. It might help you keep your thoughts composed. They're likely to ask you to draw one, anyway, and I'd find it easier to do without someone looking over my shoulder asking questions.
Sparky, when did you turn into my boyfriend. I don't draw very well at all, but I'll try.
Googling seems to indicate that pav bhaji is a spicy mashed vegetable sandwich. Is that right, P-C?
Pretty much. Mashed potatoes and tomatoes and onions and peas (well, the peas aren't so much mashed). With bread, which is the pav.
That convention sure sounds interesting. Huh. It would be a better chance of finding an Americanized woman, which is what I want. I can't have some wife from India who's never even heard of Veronica Mars or Groundhog Day.
sj, you don't need much, just basic streets, and position of your car. and the ambulance. Make them rectangles, even.
I need sentence help! I am trying to finish this sentence:
The current opportunities available for you and your fellow leaders at [company]to make their mark on this new facility and the next generation of [university] graduates are exciting and plentiful.
I like the way it starts out, but I can't figure out how to punch it up at the end (the current lame wording I want to change is in bold)
Sparky, when did you turn into my boyfriend.
My DH is going to be so upset. Then again, teacup guy is a cutie, so it could be worse. I could turn into a cockroach overnight.
t /kafka
As, DCJ says -- keep it simple. Rectangles for cars, an arrow to show the path of the ambulance, and an asterisk or two to show the spot on each of your vehicles where you came together. It will just give you something to focus on when trying to explain what happened to the agent.
I hate that kind of thing too, sj.
I once had to try to draw, on the insurance company's form that had streets and intersections and a list of little symbols to use, the accident in which a deer leapt from the side of the road onto the hood of my car.
Curse my father! Now I want this: [link]
I don't draw very well at all, but I'll try.
sj, you don't need much, just basic streets, and position of your car. and the ambulance. Make them rectangles, even.
Daniel is almost definitely right, although now I have a vision of an insurance claims adjuster with an arty bent authorizing outrageously huge settlements for accident scene doodles that aren't really accurate, but are so prettily rendered that the adjuster feels they deserve some kind of reward.
Happy Bee-Day to Katie Bee, and thank you for all your good wishes and -ma!
P-C, the matrimonial con really sounds nearly perfect for both your actual needs and wants and your family's utter craxy obsession.
ION, grrr. Somebody, please, give me a virtual smack upside the head and tell me to stay away from the Salon letters to the editor section about yesterday's interview with the head of the Human Genome Project. It can't be good for my blood pressure, or my placenta, or the Halloweenie.
Plus, it'll just make me run back here eventually being all whiny and needy and begging the extremely indulgent Buffista atheists to reassure me once again that y'all don't think I am a tooth-fairy-believing whackaloon who needs to be herded into a detention camp with all the other whackaloons. (The latest fashionable wrinkle in the rantypants is that religious people who believe in evolution and deny Intelligent Design and are all tolerant of Teh Gays and Other People's Religions and such are even more dangerous than the fundamentalists, because they lull reasonable people into thinking that religious people might not all be crazy, which just makes it easier for the seriously crazy people to exist and take over.)
No good can possibly come of anything I could post there, and my flopping gut is already making it clear that no good can possibly come of my reading another word there. Somebody bring down the clue hammer on my head, please.
Step away from the Jordan's Furniture! It will be there later, after school and stuff.