The misunderstanding-that-can-be-resolved-by-one-conversation thing annoys me in any show.
Annoys a lot more IRL. At least I can turn off the tv.
And it a cool brisk morning in Florida! Whee! On my way to school. I still won't bother to put shoes on. It's not that cold.
eta: Checked weather. It is 60.4F, which is funny since the forecast is for a low of 67F today. High of 76F which rocks since I can leave the air off for the first time since last Spring.
The first day that I can leave the air off is like a BGD because it is my unofficial end of hurricane season day. We made it all summer. We needed a year off to get with the repairs from the last 2 years. Still plenty of ripped apart screen rooms (like mine) and blue roofs. But the area has a chance now to get things fixed before next year. If you call a repair company they don't laugh and hang up anymore. They still give you a date months out, but they talk possibility. Again I say Whee!
Hmmmm...trying to decide if I want to write an ed/op letter to the Boston Globe. Don't really have time. Feel it is important.
The worst was one in which Puck was portrayed as a smart-ass executive assistant to Oberon. He was on his cell phone throughout the play.
This sounds like the type of direction
Slings and Arrows
was snarking with the Heil Hitler guy.
Hi Raq!
What's up vw? I could get my rage on and write for you!
What's up vw? I could get my rage on and write for you!
I'm not too pleased with the coverage on the Devens' vote last night. But, really, this is my parents' battle, and since I have the same last name, it makes it difficult to actually write, since dad's written so many letters (or been quoted in articles and stuff).
Ah, I'll have to get my rage on over some local battle. There are quite a number. But most have caused enough widespread rage that the letters are already written.
The Scott Adams story is interesting to me, due to Tom's mom's recent (~2 years or so) not talking (except yes/no/oh dear/and random other words that we spend a lot of painful time on stringing into a story). Her writing's not so good though, but I've never heard her sing.
Back at work after massage yesterday and then general passing out. My sar... sarc... something joints (that connect the hip to the lower back) are inflamed. So, icing, etc.
brenda, I think your sister is probably lucky to get out of that wedding situation sooner or later. People crazy.
Sacroiliac
Thank you! I figured someone would come to the rescue. Yes.
Happy iced sacroiliac joints, Nora. By which I mean, I hope it helps.
