Many pleasant felicitations on the anniversary of your natal day, Beverly!
(OK, that officially used up my entire pre-coffee word bank.)
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Many pleasant felicitations on the anniversary of your natal day, Beverly!
(OK, that officially used up my entire pre-coffee word bank.)
Standing there and watching people move my heavy stuff is one of my favorite upper-class things to do! I've done it a couple of times, and it always makes me feel rich rich rich. Even though I'm using the cheapest, shadiest movers.
I think that means he's actually been dead for a year.
Right?? I'm very confused by the whole thing.
I kinda hate everything today. no reason.
I kinda hate everything today. no reason.
Me too! Though I have several valid reasons.
I always end up helping my cheap and shady movers. I feel bad for them.
Also, the ick has abated a little, and although I still have some discomfort in my neck, I can turn my head! Yay!
Let's see: snow predicted tomorrow, check engine light came on AGAIN, the car I washed 10 days ago is feelthy again thanks to this cracked weather, my apartment needs cleaning and I'm at work.
I think you can guess my feelings on things.
OK, I just asked a coworker if, theoretically, I were putting together a list of references, if I could put her on it. No reason. So that's a step... still have to work on the resume and actually send it out, but it's something.
Plus the head of the moving crew was this insanely tall black man with an oh-so-posh British accent who called one of his guys "Number One" (the other guy was just John) and said "Engage" as the cue when they were team lifting things
oh, I would SO hire these guys.
oh, I would SO hire these guys.
I would make it so.