[link] A loldog for your amusement.
Sorry you aren't happy with your tile, GC. That's a pain in the behind, I'm sure, to get it fixed. And yet, it would surely be a sore sticking point to have shelled out so much and not be happy with the results.
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[link] A loldog for your amusement.
Sorry you aren't happy with your tile, GC. That's a pain in the behind, I'm sure, to get it fixed. And yet, it would surely be a sore sticking point to have shelled out so much and not be happy with the results.
That's my neighborhood!! I haven't been in there yet though.
That was my neighborhood when I lived in San Francisco. It rocks. I misrembered the name of the bar, though. It's the Philosopher's Club.
GC, maybe it will calm down to you in a couple of days? Give it a little time before you decide to spend more $ or energy to change it.
I've been to the Philosopher's club. It had one of those old fashioned pinball machines where they pay you for winning games. That is, it's under the table gambling sorta kinda.
Nice little local bar. Not too divey.
Doesn't it have a fabulous sign, Hec?
Doesn't it have a fabulous sign, Hec?
That's why you go! That's why you notice it. It's on the sneaky insider's route to the airport.
That's why you go! That's why you notice it.
Eggsperszactly.
It's on the sneaky insider's route to the airport.
Say what?
ma~~ to your mother Windsparrow
Much ~ma to your mom, Andi.
GC, I'm so sorry about the tile. I agree that giving it a few days is a good idea, though. A big change like that is always a little shocking.
I'm so miserably tired that I'm not sleepy. WTF, brain? Sleep deprivation begets more sleep deprivation, I guess. I'm down to the last four essays (of those turned in on time; I still have five AWOL), so the grading hell has paid off. I can finish those in the morning, but I'm going to be paying the price of too many short nights in a row.
What I'm really dreading right now is my morning commute. It is pouring outside right now. We're supposed to get 1-4 inches by tomorrow. Great for the drought, but anyone who's lived in LA knows what torrential rain means for rush hour. Utter. Hell. Not only do Angelinos not know how to drive in the rain, the roads are going to be slippery as hell since they've been dry for so long. I should really get up and leave at least 30 minutes earlier than usual, but that would mean being out the door by 6. Yeah. It's 1AM already. Not gonna happen. I'm going to be a risky enough driver on 4 hours of sleep.
a pox on pre-school snifflebugs. that is all I have to say on the subject.
sparky, I know you went puppyshopping last night. reveal.
andi, much ~ma to your mom and support~ma to your sister.
ita, I hope you're feeling better.
and Kristen, safe ride to work.
Someone tell me a good reason why I shouldn't have to go to my Baltimore meetings on Monday? I cannot push the button to buy the tickets.
And lastly, very off topic: Please don't interpret this as callous or in any way disregarding the horror out in Nebraska, I'm not. We had some bad stuff happen to someone where I work yesterday and I'm kind of overwhelmed by losses personal and national, so my brain is doing things on the sidetrack. Like this: does it bother anyone else that the family who tried to help the Omaha boy by taking him in is getting raked over the coals by the media and asked 'do you think there was anything more you could do?' I wish they could kick back with, 'don't know mr anchorman, but I didn't see you around when he needed support, do you think there was anything more you could do? Sorry if that's too obnoxious too early in the morning.