That's when you tell the pushy salesperson, "I need you to back off. You're not helping," like the turtle in the Comcast commercial (at first, I hated those ads, but now I find them hilarious).
'Objects In Space'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
mac talk
while waiting for a webpage to load and it taking a while - "I think this might be crazy."
while waiting for a webpage to load and it taking a while - "I think this might be crazy."
I think he's right. The pinwheel of death should be changed to eyes spinning around in a head.
70 degrees and sunny in Pasadena.
I keep forgetting that you WORK here. We should grab dinner some night. I'm usually home by 5ish.
I should have gone on to the PO and supermarket while I was out this afternoon. It was just a little ice then. Now there's snow piled up against my door, and I'm out of milk and meds. Neither of these situations is dire, but certainly annoying. Also, if I don't send all these boots that don't fit back to Zappos and Endless, I'll soon have no money left. That free shipping, man. "I can buy a pair in both posible sizes and send back the ones that don't fit!" Never mind it ties up my cash until I get over the lazy enough to box them back up and go to the PO.
Glad everyone in the ice-and-snowpocalypse made it home safe! ita, your poor head. I hope you feel better soon. And how good of that cab driver to bring you your keys!
I was going to get my nails done tonight, but I decided to bail on it and do it tomorrow so that I could come home and wear my jammies.
I made a mistake in my grocery shopping on my way home from work -- I got too much heavy stuff to carry in one hand, so I had no umbrella hand, which kind of sucked. I thanked all the people outside clearing the sidewalks on my street, especially the mother and daughter -- everyone else was supers. And I didn't go get my eyebrows done, which was also a mistake. Ah well. Now I am cozy in my house, and don't know when I'll leave again!
so that I could come home and wear my jammies.
My sistah in the after-work-on-Friday jammies!
"I think this might be crazy."
Sage words, sage words.
Random question time: Is there a word for a voice somewhere between an alto and a soprano?