Wash ,'War Stories'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
No apparent reason wouldn't happen to be three feet tall and violently trouser-averse, would it?
I think she planted the seeds of the headache, yes.
I love my daughter. I really do.
That is why she is still alive. That is the only reason why she is still alive.
Also, odd possibly awkward moment.
Phone rings.
Me: Thank you for calling [Company}, this is Joe, how can I help you?
Caller: Is [my Supervisor] available?
Me: May I tell her who's calling?
Caller: Yes, it's Julie from [my Temp Service].
Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?
Julie's the person I dealt with for this assignment. I shouldn't be concerned, right?
Nope. Your supervisor has been so impressed with your work that they want to hire someone else from the temp service as well!
I shouldn't be concerned, right?
I wouldn't be too worried -- agencies call to check in on how things are going without any particular incident. I suspect that Supervisor calling Temp Service would be a more immediate sign of trouble.
I wouldn't worry - your company is Julie's client, so she's going to be the one sending them temps. Doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you. [Or what Amych said.]
Plans are good, as is ibuprofen. I'm very sorry to hear about the Great Pants Rebellion of Aught 8.
I have hit stare-blanky-at-wall levels of tired. I need to seek coffee STAT.
Emeline has decided she does not like pants. She screamed and whined for a half hour this morning about her severe dislike of pants.
... and tomorrow, it could be severe dislike of the color orange. because, you know - toddler.
seriously. in our house this morning, it was the fact that the bagel was cut in pieces.
also strange night last night - sprog woke several times with nightmares (possibly related to last night's "hitting people is not good" discussion), and then the power went out at least on our block if not everywhere, and then this morning, DH's alarm did manage to go off, but somewhat left of the NPR station so it sounded like a jackhammer session conducted by jimi hendrix, with a few words from Fresh Air thrown in.
Sorry for all the sucky mornings y'all are having. Me? I just have knee pain. And a schedule which says I've got to be back at the house where I got clocked in the nose last week. What a life, what a life.
Could you wear pads and a catcher's mask? It IS getting to be baseball season.
Well, that would be good for a few laughs at least.