I'm in RI right now. It's 85 here, which is not as hot as they were warning, but I am a heat whimp.
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Jesus, woman, must you scream when talking on the phone?
Its not a Nokia, is it?
Shit I didn't say:
Isn't there anyone else in this office who can do your work for you but me?
Things I didn't say (to my boss):
Yes, that was a good idea, but I don't think it was mine.
YUM: booze, tostatas and birthday cake (okay, I may be imagining cake because of all the birthday wishes for Sox, but still).
This daydreaming brought to you by my benefits office, who can't figure out my dental coverage and has put me on hold.
Happy Birthday, Sox!
Damn, I brushed the cats a little and didn't wash my hands. Now my hands are itching like the bejesus. Time to see if I have any hydrocortisone cream lying around.
Its not a Nokia, is it?
No, it's not even a cell phone. Land line! Phone screamer! AAAAHHH!
The gods don't like it when you demolish libraries [link]
The wrecking ball, about 3 feet across, was being used to demolish part of a library at Allegheny College when the cable snapped, police said.
Speaking of being trapped on hold, Sparky, any progress on the getting-your-mail front?
We finally did start getting our mail! Proving miracles can happen if you just make 47,123 phone calls and 47,124 threats.
The dental people tell me they're "updating the system" to correct my information and will let me know when it's complete. I picture a cryptic post it note slapped on someone's screen (who is probably on vacation) that ends up in the trash.
Look ma! I'm a pessimist!