I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.
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I know it's not for sale, but I still believe that Matt needs this doll. Just because.
I was gonna post that (and I thought of Matt too). Complete with garden gnome!
Those dolls are fantastic!
One of them (two of them?) is a set of conjoined twins commissioned by the Tyra Banks show. That's sort of awesome and, huh?, at the same time.
I told her I'd have to hang up otherwise, and she somehow made it past.
I love this and plan to use it.
My neighbor's daughter did this for a while, so unless the person is downright rude, I am always trying to be nice. Sometimes it's interesting. My peeve comes when I give an answer and it is not satisfactory. Or they will not let me say no to something that I do not wish to answer. My brain goes: "hey! You called Me!" and I look for ways to end the call. I know they have options on their scripts. And I know that some people are very cruel to them. But leave me my freedom of choice while I help you build your brand, k? My information is still (mostly - at least in my head) mine to decide what to do with.
The one time I got frustrated was after the fourth call from a market research company asking for medical information on Iris for a government immunization survey. We do immunize, but they wanted particularly specific intel, and I told them that I had no way to verify they were doing this for the CDC, or even who they were - they couldn't believe I was questioning the source of the survey.
Once, when I was in college, I was woken up on a Saturday morning (at like 10am) by a phone market researcher who wanted to know my thoughts on Tootsie Rolls. There was considerable, "Really? That's like your job? Do they pay you in candy?" on my part, but I did take the survey.
I don't get survey calls any more, because I have only a cell, except for that one push-polling call a year or two ago, done by the guy who'd lost his party primar to an upstart on account of he presumed he was a shoo-in and didn't campaign. I told his people that they were a pile of steaming idiots and not to call me again.
Whoa, okay, here's one way to get startled out of a cranky funk: find out your baby brother is engaged!
find out your baby brother is engaged!
Yay!
I just found out my baby brother is getting divorced - for the second time...
Yay, shrift! Does your brother's intended meet with your approval?
Ouch, tommyrot. And how did I never know you had a baby brother? I knew about your sister and her partner and your sonephews, but never the baby brother.
This year has a high Holy Shit Quotient.
I got a Sunday evening post-inpatient "How was your stay with us?" call from the hospital.
Dude, it sucked. Not much your fault, but it sucked. I asked her what time it was and she worked out she'd woken me up and refused to ask me any more questions.
Damage was done, but at least she was nice about it.