Yeah, Teppy, that would make me annoyed as hell even if I weren't on steroids, honestly. Even if my dad, who is deaf in one ear, said it. Hell, probably ESPECIALLY if my dad said it!
I am annoyed because my girl was clowning around, picking me up (she likes to do that) and showing me a capoeira kick, and thought I was OK with her completing it, and didn't realize I wasn't prepared for that, and threw me over her back...and ended up landing me ON MY FACE. Worse yet, ON MY GLASSES. Which means my glasses are all bent out of shape, and I have a big bleeding scrape on my face. I AM GOING TO A CONFERENCE WHERE I WANT TO LOOK HOT AND HAVE MY PICTURE TAKEN A LOT, ON WEDNESDAY, DAMNIT!!! Plus, now I have to go see if I can get the glasses bent back into shape without breaking them. ARGH. So annoyed. Usually she just picks me up and half does whatever, and puts me back down. I didn't realize she was actually going to flip me over her back!
do you have a safe word?
Not when we're not having sex!!!
oh, praise jebus. 8 pages of the hated case study is finished. I will look at it again tomorrow to see if there's anything I'm missing, but it's pretty much written.
t shoves brain back into skull
About lids, I have two tricks. One is for the kind of lid that has ridges - that one, you take a table knife, and whack a section of the ridges with the handle of the knife until it flattens out. That breaks the seal, and bob's yer uncle. The other kind is smooth but has sections of the edge curled under at regular intervals. That one, you take a stout metal spoon of the right size - the kind we used as serving spoons, but that's hardly universal - and wedge the spoon under the edge of the lid next to one of the spots where it is curled under, and use the spoon as a lever to break the seal. Again, Robert is the sibling of one of your parents.
(((((Teppy))))) I'm sorry your ear is still bothering you and that you are having a hard time with the steroids.
Geez, meara. Heal up quickly.
{{Bitches}} Skimmed some. Hate being away so much, but I've been buried in work. Ugh, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it is still a ways out. Stress and exhaustion are my constant companions.
And again I am needed for stuff...
{{Laura}}
::gives Universe the StinkEye::
Enough, already, 'verse.
Very boring weekend here.
But I finally got to see "Damn you, Barack Obama, you Pretty Motherfucker." Which is cooler even than it sounds.
My favorite line was "You got me saying prayers for you at night...punk."
I would just SUCK OUT LOUD at slam, but watching the good ones always makes me think "Well, maybe..."
Even though, rationally, I think I'd look like a crazy woman having a 'sode.
