Huh. My SiL is applying to be a professional dominatrix. Because she likes the clothes and needs a job.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Because she likes the clothes and needs a job.
Gotta beat serving burgers and fries. Clothes are clearly better.
She would probably not have to wear a hat that's a cow. So that's good.
::boggles:: I take it she didn't find the job through the local Adeco office?
Local on the 8s.
I'm addicted to Local on the 8s and the Weather Channel in general. My love waxes and wanes, and I wish they covered, you know, all of North America, and the world, but hey; it's fun watching the weather if only to see when what just hit us, hits what, where afterward.
I'm really curious about how she heard about the opportunity. I'd always assumed that that would not be an easy field to break into.
but because the damn captive bead things are a pain to get in (but wonderful once they're set)They really are. Pliers and and extra pair of hands can be a savior.
meara, there's a new guy at work and they were HIS pics, not mine! He was sort of Wait, those are mine! Oh no! Oh well, I'm not embarrassed. My GF sent them to me through email. How'd they get on the computer? What if asshate saw them? Can you delete them?
I was quite amused.
Thanks for the support and hugs, everyone. I really appreciate it.
Today was much better. Mom took a much needed mental health day and we went for tea and antique shopping to get a gift for a party we're going to on Sunday. Then we had dinner with TCG's stepmother.
I have a feeling TCG's day didn't go quite as well. He just now called me to tell me he is heading home from his meeting. He probably won't even get home until midnight, and I don't think he has eaten dinner yet.
FayJay, there is NO WAY you stepped in a rat.
Here is the incontrovertible logic:
If you had stepped in a rat, I'd have sensed it from here.
And I'd have screamed so loud you'd have heard it from there.
There's just no way.
And Salon Letters? I'm done. I swear.
Ok, there was stuff I was gonna say, but d's chuckleheaded new cow-orker drove it all out of my brain.
Yeah. I'ma blame him.