Running out of diet Coke would get me out of the house.
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Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
actually, there was a study, and they found that the top items were not, in fact, bread and milk, but beer and diapers.
See, now that's smart...
I was supposed to be work busy this week. After two weeks of NOT being work-busy. To make myself feel justified.
So instead, two of my three days in the field (my two trips to Portland) have now canceled on me. Because of the "weather". Dear lord. And I'm wondering if Thursday's thing (which is HALF A MILE AWAY FROM ME. I COULD WALK TO IT. (But granted, the other people attending maybe can't)) will cancel on me too. And today I just got a list of people I am supposed to transition my shit to. Annnnnd, my boss still doesn't know if we have work for once that's over. GREAT. That makes me feel SO MUCH BETTER about the idea that I'll continue to get paid. NOT.
I think I'd stock up on TP and sanitary products. I say this having been stationed where the latter products nearly came to rationing at one point. Bars of soap and chocolate did.
I think I'd stock up on TP and sanitary products.
Or . . . finally a use for all those orphan socks.
If you have a child of the appropriate age, diapers would be a necessity.
Me, I don't have human kids of that age. I'd rather make sure I had plenty of popcorn.
I remember one pre-snowfall run that focused on scotch, DVDs, Kahlua, and brownie mix. And then the blasted storm never showed. Hmph.
but think of all the fun you had baking brownies! licking the bowl! boozing it up! And watching movies.
Hmm, maybe it's far too easy to convince me to stay home. That might be part of my problem.
Hooray! One vendor still gives candy. It'll be a happy holiday afterall. We got some kind of bark, two bags of turtles and some wrapped things that might be chocolate-covered oreos.
One holiday season, I was working reception at a thingumy land-title paperwork closing whatchimajigger process company - in addition to all the goodies brought in by employees, someone brought in small carafes of wine for everyone. Niiiiiiice.
Someone tell me to stop talking to him...that it's not helping...and I should just go to bed.