Anne in Bitches...on dealing with her heating problem
The nice heating and cooling people are here, earlier than they said they'd be.
They're fixing things up properly.
Still, when I talk to the PTB at the oil company this afternoon, I will be reciting to myself the following mantras:
What would deb grabien do?
What would ita do?
What would shrift do?
What would Allyson do?
And so on. If things get very, very thorny, I will pull out the equivalent of a tac nuke:
What would Clovis do?
In Natter, re JZ's decorating woes:
Teppy: Maybe after the wedding you can move into a crackhouse.
JZ: Sometimes I worry that crackhouse inhabitants would sneer at us for ruining the neighborhood. Hec is a packrat, and even after getting rid of practically everything I own to move in with him I find that I still can't rid myself of the habit of leaving my seven remaining possessions scattered all over the floor.
Awww, man, first the villainous and
utterly baseless
slander, and now it's immortalized in COMM.
JZ calling me a packrat is not unlike Prince accusing Michael Jackson of freakiness.
Dude, compared to Michael Jackson, Prince is Bill O'Reilley.
Dude, compared to Michael Jackson, Prince is Bill O'Reilley.
I think you missed the latest memo about Prince's religious conversion.
I think he missed the memo about Bill O'Reilly.