For some reason we were walking around the store doing yoga poses. For those familiar, it was pretty much all Warrior 3 pose. But, Sparky and her DH kept showing me up by being able to reach over their heads and grab the foot that was off the ground. I got so jealous, I woke up.
Sail, I assure you that I cannot grab that foot from Warrior 3 unless I cut my leg off. And I missed last night's yoga practice to go to my book club -- sad about yoga, but SO HAPPY because my book club decided to see Mary Karr and Calvin Trillin at City Arts & Lectures in October, and there were still tickets.
Daisy Jane was here? I had been thinking of her and wondering if she was around because we have to make a trip to Dallas soon...
Gracias, David.
In the end, I went with slightly less detail, but I'll bookmark for future ref.
Poor bedresty frustrated JZ. My mother-of-twins pal had to bedrest, too, and 'twas horrible for both parents. He worked full time and commuted and had to come home and do all the chores while she lay around feeling useless. Keep in mind that once the girls were born, hindsight made this time seem restful and peaceful.
It's funny how a limitation on your activities just makes you want to leap into them all the more. When my MIL spent a few days in the hospital after a scary bleeding ulcer incident, she came home all pale and tired. She looked around the kitchen and said, "Oh dear. Now I have to get out the ladder, climb up to the high shelf, and wash all the owl plates, they're dusty." We were all like, noooooooo! You need to sit down and rest until you feel better.
I had a cousin who, after many miscarriages and with a cervix like tissue paper was consigned to bedrest. When the doctor found out she'd been having meetings (not conference calls--actual meetings with in place attendees) in her bedroom, she was sent to hospital for bedrest there. And not even allowed to get up to pee.
Moral: Behave! No orgasms for you! Bad G-spot! Bad!
It's supposed to let you try out restaurants that would otherwise be out of your price range.
Oh, that's a great idea. I wonder if they've had it here and I didn't notice. I just got a flyer from a new restaurant called Aphrodisiac which has a reputed aphrodisiac in every food on their menu. I need a boyfriend so I can go, but the flyer's not leaving me with much time.
I just got a "you've got to be fucking kidding me" email from Job Guy. He thinks my invoice is unreasonable and wants me to quote him another figure.
I'm getting fucked.
Dear Jackhole,
What I asked for is still less than the President gets, and I did more work.
Pay up or else I sick The Bitches on you.
Ta, ever so,
Cashmere
Show him a side by side comparison with someone else who contracts out to do the same thing. He'll come running back with his tail between his legs.
Was he specific? Is he bitching at your rate, or the number of hours?
Dear Job Guy,
Okay. Here's another figure, and it's twice as much as the first one. Happy now? Every time you annoy me the price goes up another 10%. Pay up NOW while you can still afford it.
Love and Kisses, the Bitches
Cash, send him back a perfectly nice email, saying that your invoice is in keeping with the salary standards of the industry and the area.
Did you ever discuss money?
