Shrift--lessen the load on the rod today and go shopping this week for a replacement. IME, once a rod starts slipping, it had gone to the dark side and is always plotting against you.
Let him do his thing, and then you get him out. No messing with him for laughs.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Scrappy - May 27, 2008 10:32:01 am PDT #9173 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
DavidS - May 27, 2008 10:32:08 am PDT #9174 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Weddings are expensive but it wasn't the plus-ones that ran up the cost so much as the people you had to invite for obscure family or work obligations.
Anyway, we definitely allowed guests for anybody who was single.
Vortex - May 27, 2008 10:33:19 am PDT #9175 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
There have been a few times when someone has said to me "hey, can you make sure that so and so gets introduced around?" and I have drawn them into conversation, bought them shots, whatever :) (and by "bought" I mean went to the open bar and picked them up)
Theodosia - May 27, 2008 10:33:30 am PDT #9176 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
Ooooh, we've got a thunderstorm blowing in here. I hope the guys working on the front of my building are smart enough to get everything under cover. I don't need to add to my Moneyed Class Guilt by getting a worker killed in by lightning.
Sue - May 27, 2008 10:36:19 am PDT #9177 of 10001
hip deep in pie
I swear when in Texas that we got some invitations to JUST the wedding - like big church wedding, much smaller reception - common?
Mostly, I've seen where people are invited to the whole shebang, but then others may be informally invited to the wedding ceremony.
Though once I was invited to a recoption only. And My friends got married in a small country church that only sat 40, so there were some neighbors who were only invited to the reception.
msbelle - May 27, 2008 10:40:06 am PDT #9178 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Someone in my office was talking about credit cards and said "It's not Visa, there should be only one." They seem to think that MasterCard is some obscure type of credit card. Not the point, the point is that I cracked myself up by saying "This is not Highlander the credit card". FTR, still neither a geek nor a nerd.
Miracleman - May 27, 2008 10:43:32 am PDT #9179 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
the point is that I cracked myself up by saying "This is not Highlander the credit card". FTR, still neither a geek nor a nerd.
Whatever you gotta tell yourself...
Theresa - May 27, 2008 10:43:44 am PDT #9180 of 10001
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Though once I was invited to a recoption only. And My friends got married in a small country church that only sat 40, so there were some neighbors who were only invited to the reception.
I've found this common too. Smaller formal wedding. Large shindig/hootenanny reception.
Steph L. - May 27, 2008 10:45:55 am PDT #9181 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Put the single people together at a table, so they have someone to talk to.
My HMO doesn't cover the number of therapy visits it would take to mitigate the trauma I'd experience from this.
Admittedly, I'm a reclusive misanthropic freak, so I'm not the best person to have at a social event like a wedding reception anyway.
My only sane post-college roommate was a girl who I met when I -- in a TOTAL departure from my misanthropic ways -- joined a volleyball team all by myself. I didn't know a soul on the team, and while it was mostly awkward, sometimes it was fun, and I got along really well with Molly. When I mentioned that my insane roommate was moving out and I was going nuts trying to find an affordable 1-bedroom in a not-scary part of town, Molly said that she was about to look for a new place, too.
And while it could have been all Single White Female, she was actually the best roommate I ever had. But even though we had parties at least once a month, I never became actual *friends* with her friends; although the parties were fun, it was clear that they were Molly's friends and just my acquaintances.
When Molly got married, she invited me to the wedding (with a +1), and I had NO ONE to take with me. So I went by myself, and endured one of the more excruciatingly painful evenings of my life. And when I tried to leave the reception after waiting 45 minutes or so after dinner and cake were over, instead of letting me gracefully slink out the door, Molly kept making a big deal out of it: WHY did I have to go NOW??? Didn't I want to stay and DANCE????
(Yes, she's the bride, and it was her special day, so I was tolerant of her attempts to get me to stay, but I held fast and booked it out of there before the dancing started. I think it was when she said "Oh, but [names of her other single friends who I knew tangentially] will dance with you!!! It'll be FUN!!!!" and those aforementioned tangental friends looked at me with dead-eyed panic that I knew I had to leave, even if it involved breaking one of my own limbs in order to get hauled off to the hospital -- anything to get out of there before the goddamned Electric Slide started.)
(Seriously, y'all, I am SO MUCH FUN.)
Theresa - May 27, 2008 10:52:44 am PDT #9182 of 10001
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
Completely identified.
Tomorrow is my back to work day. "I will NOT have a good day."