Oh, when I was a little kid, I would have lived entirely in overalls if I had been allowed. (My mother made the outfit acceptable for early-eighties Riverdale by making sure the overalls were always Osh Kosh and pairing them with color-coordinated LaCoste shirts.) The year I was three, pretty much the only outfit I'd willingly wear for occaisions that required a skirt was a pink Osh Kosh jumper (the top like overalls, but a skirt on the bottom) with a pink and purple striped LaCoste shirt with eyelet trim at the bottom of the sleeves. I also absolutely refused bows and lace.
My sister, on the other had, went through a stage at that same age where she would ONLY wear pink, purple, and turquoise. Also, at about a year and a half old, she knew which clothes went together into outfits, and would start whining and trying to pull her clothes off if my dad put her into clothes that didn't match.
The saggy pants ban is city wide. Not only ridiculous, but can't possibly hold up in court. The ordinance "making it unlawful for any person to appear in public or in view of he public, wearing pants below the waist which expose the skin or undergarments." Also, the city of Riviera Beach has much bigger problems than underwear showing.
Gronk. I'm waiting on laundry right now. The end result on this show is going to be worth the effort but today has been a tough day in a long series of tough days.
How much do I love The Boy? I get home from work all massively gronkified and feeling sleep-deprived (DST rules, but it fucks HARD with my circadian cycle) and vaguely like I'm fighting off a cold, plus with BIG stomach pain.*
I ask The Boy somewhat plaintively if we have any tater tots, since that's all that sounds good. He says no, but he thinks we have other tater products. "Not tot form, though?" I ask?
I take a long-ass nap after work, and when I get up, The Boy is peeling and chopping taters, having looked on the interbunny for a tater tot recipe. He's currently making me tater tots while I watch Lost.
God, I love him.
I'm also baking an apple pie for tomorrow (Pi Day). It has a pi symbol on top made out of pie crust.
*(I'm pretty sure I have an ulcer. I've been having stabby stomach pains for about 2 months, and I'm going to see my doctor for it tomorrow.)
The Boy is peeling and chopping taters, having looked on the interbunny for a tater tot recipe. He's currently making me tater tots while I watch Lost.
Aww.
Today, I once again discovered that the plan of "It's getting late, I'm almost done with this, and I'm tired, so I'll go to bed and get up early tomorrow to finish it" doesn't actually work.
Eep, hope if it's an ulcer it's a "here's antibiotics, drink some extra milk for a while" kind, and not anything worse!
Is this the Idaho and NorCal job, meara?
Nope, this is a job that was advertised as some regional travel, but now might be some Seattle, some LA, and some...Tennessee??? Um, right. Whatever.
Anyone here worked as an independent contractor? I know nothing of the requirements for accounting and tax deductions and the like--got a suggestion of a place to start?
