Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
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.
Chinese express place appears to be edible, but I think I'll be sticking with Thai. It's only slightly more expensive and far tastier.
Monkey! Cute!
Chicken tikka masala, yum.
Love the Inigo Montoya shirt.
I guess you can write to Dear Abby about anything:
Dear Abby:
After an unhappy 12-year marriage, I divorced my husband. Six months later I met a divorced dermatologist online. We were immediately attracted to each other and, six weeks later, he invited me to move in with him, which I did.
Last week when I picked up our clothes at the dry cleaner and checked them as I put them into the car, I came across an expensive black lace bra, size 36DD. (I am a small B.) I was very upset and threw it onto the freeway on my way home.
When my boyfriend got home that night, I confronted him. He told me it had to have been mistakenly added to our order and asked me what I had done with it. When I said I had thrown it out, he became irate and ordered me to look for it.
The next day, his lawyer friend told me the bra was evidence in a sexual-assault case. He said it had DNA on it and he needed it for court. He said I should go back to the freeway and look for it. I did but could not locate it.
I feel guilty for losing my temper and for possibly causing the lawyer to lose this case. My boyfriend is still mad at me. How can I make this right?
If it was evidence, why was it at the dry cleaner?
More importantly, who sends their bras to the dry cleaner?
Wait, what?
How much DNA would be left on a bra that's been drycleaned? Why was the bra even at the drycleaner?
x-posty....
Isn't evidence usually put into a bag, marked, and kept in, oh, THE EVIDENCE ROOM? I don't know what Abby told her, but my guess is he's got someone else in his life ... and may be trying to send a message.
Abby told her not to be a dumbass, basically.
Yeah, if that's remotely true, what a passel of dipshits.
My favorite letter to Dear Abby was the woman who wanted people to know that you should divide your spoons in the dishwasher basket, because when they nestle together, they don't get as clean. REALLY?! You don't say! @@
My Orvis shirt came yesterday.
Going back, but yay!
My best friend & I went as monkeys once when we were wee. Our sisters (who were also the same age, thus the long term undying friendship) had been them for some school play or something. So we both had monkey costumes just lying around the house...