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.
edited
for apostrophe abuse
I was picked up by omnis_audis, one of the few, the proud: the male Buffistas.
Whoo-Rah!
Hey ND, see, I'm not a 12 y.o. girl! P-C says so! So there!!!
(I realize, that little whining incident is not helping at all. I blame the insomnia)
Speaking of a male Buffista, 'allo!
I am dancing a little dance for no other reason that today is Ms Havisham's and I eleventh wedding anniversary. 11 years on the 11th!
Yeah, it's silly, but considering I spend most of the day plunked in front of the computer screen at home, it doesn't take much...
Happy Anniversary CaBil and Ms. Havisham!
Yeah, it's silly, but considering I spend most of the day plunked in front of the computer screen at home, it doesn't take much...
Dude! That's not silly at all! That is AWESOME! Happy anniversary, you crazy kids!
