but because the damn captive bead things are a pain to get in (but wonderful once they're set)

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.

Hubby traumatized a little girl this morning at the doctor's office. He's a big blond guy, and he had his dragon-headed cane with him. He walked out into the waiting room, and a little girl looked at him, screamed, and ran for daddy. Hubby froze and said, "What did I do?"

Apparently the little girl has a problem with Lucius Malfoy, because she was terrified of the cane. I shouldn't have laughed.

Also, we're starting to see some side benefits of the disability ruling--Hubby was able to get a reduced rate bus pass. It's got his picture on it, so I can't borrow it.

I should just say for the record, not all the lawyers that advertise on TV are ambulance chasing shysters. We got our lawyer firm from an ad on TV, and they did quite nicely for us.

I FOUND MY HAIRDRESSER!!!!!!!!

In poking around the interbunny I found an email for another cutter at my place. And I emailed him. And, bless his heart, he told me.

My fine, wavy, thinning on the top hair will look pwetty once again

I can't fault Trudy about the letters, because I used to waste time and raise my blood pressure at [link] Do not click if you're allergic to stupid and/or Viagra jokes. If I were really Keith's girlfriend, I think I'd spend WAY too much time plotting their demises. OTOH, I'd have the money to have it done by professionals.

meara, there's a new guy at work and they were HIS pics, not mine!

Oh! Hah! I thought they were yours, and I was kinda surprised, like "Huh, I didn't picture d as the type to be emailing dirty pics around at WORK, but..."

It probably was fruit but, if it wasn't, at least it was a dead rat.

And in Fay's Adventures In GrossOut World, the little boy standing in front of me vomited straight into the Som Tham (Papaya Salad) tray in the lunchline. The headmistress was right there, and spotted it before I did as he was right under her nose, and she was all 'Woah! Stop! Stop the line! Stop serving!'...and there was a moment while the serving lady looked at her in which it was clear that the serving lady pretty much felt that this was a waste of good food, and that they could carry on serving the salad from the OTHER end of the tray, as it had not actually been vomited onto. Headmistress fixed her with steelly deathglare o'doom, and the salad tray was hastily removed.

Huh. My SiL is applying to be a professional dominatrix. Because she likes the clothes and needs a job.

Awesome! Interview-ma her way!

Apparently the little girl has a problem with Lucius Malfoy, because she was terrified of the cane. I shouldn't have laughed.

Okay, that? Is fucking hilarious. Of course you should have laughed.

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