That dude sounds like one of those people who just *has* to be right about everything, whether it's his specialty or not. Damn, Steph, he doesn't need a cluesticking or even a clue-by-four, he needs a clew. Tied to an anchor sheet, tied to the keel and get his hide scraped by barnacles. Asshat.

Teppy, I am hoping the craxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

Edited because caxy doesn't equal craxy.

Has he had a proper Empress smiting yet?

I think all the Bitches should go to karaoke in Nashville.

It would certainly improve my usual trip to Nashville.

I know it shouldn't bother me, but it does.

Hell, it bothers me. Of course it should bother you.

Teppy, I am hoping the craxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

No, and -- I may have mentioned -- he lives in Florida. Yeah, he's allowed to be in charge of a committee for a group that is physically located in Ohio, as are all of its members.

What.EV.

I've got a way that I work with clients, if they have been a problem in the past I don't turn them down for work, I just raise my fee. The real pains get quoted 4X to 5X my fee. This guy would be getting around 7X my fee.

Yep - we do the same thing.

Now that all this is done (the group stuff, I mean), I'm feeling a little bruised and empty, and The Boy is in Washington D.C. this weekend, so I don't even have his company.

I'm sorry Tep. CC is being a giant assberet, and I hope he gets crabs.

Has he had a proper Empress smiting yet?

He has not. Tep, would you like a smiting for this ginormous AssHat of the Northern Columbia Fuckwits?

For all definitions of horizon that include living on a round planet and no matter how many miles forward you travel, the horizon is still the same distance away.

Oh. Okay. Damn. Sorry I asked. No, I won't give you a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice in it.

(It just sounded like, from the way you were talking....)

Teppy, I am hoping the caxy ass bastard doesn't have your home address??!

Yes this, Tep. That guy freaks me out a little. Particularly because he used to be law enforcement. In Cinci, right? Somehow, "Law Enforcement for City of Sexual Repression + Real Live Kink + Inappropriate Casual Hostility" strikes me as a scary combination.

No, and -- I may have mentioned -- he lives in Florida.

Oh. Nevermind. Glad to hear it though. Inappriopriately Hostile is much less scary from a thousand miles away.

Oh, no worries, Sean. I mean, yes - I hate that apartment. But at the same time, it's fine. We'll move when we're meant to move and into somewhere fan-fucking-tastic.

Seriously. All these months of couples counseling have made me very zen about stuff I can't control.

My morning included: Doctor appointment, flat tire on the way to doctor appointment topped off by the cherry of a possible diagnosis of shingles.

I'm hoping the rash isn't shingles and just dermatitis or a fungal thing. Doc gave me Lotrimin for a first try but she really seemed to think it was shingles. I'm not overly stressed and I haven't been ill recently so I don't really know why she seemed set on that diagnosis.

If the Lotrimin works, it won't matter. But if it is shingles, the Lotrimin will make the rash worse. Then I'm to call the doc and she'll call in another prescription for me. Eh.

She didn't give you the antiviral for the Shingles, just in case? It's really important to take that early on in the outbreak, if it is Shingles. Where is the rash, Cashmere? Is it only on one side? What does it look like? Is there pain?

I ask all these questions because I've had a lot of Shingly people in my life: grandfather, mother, f-i-l, s-i-l, co-worker. I vill diagnos you trough ze internets and it vill be mayickal.