Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.

Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'


Natter 62: The 62nd Natter  

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.


meara - Dec 05, 2008 11:35:41 am PST #4514 of 10002

ARGH. How do I not have any outfits appropriate for going to a cocktail-y christmas party?? I have several formal dresses. Long and gorgeous. But those are TOO formal. I have several work-wear dresses, which are not nice enough, not fun and December-y enough. Not enough bling. But I have nothing short or sparkly or anything. Not even separates. My wardrobe has CASUAL and it WORK and it has FORMAL and it has nothing in the middle. WTF, wardrobe? How have you failed me?? And how can I go find something perfect in the next THREE HOURS???

Damnit. Because of course, I had to actually do some work, this morning.

I might feel just a little pressure to look nice and Just Right at the girl's company Christmas party, for which I have NO IDEA how people are dressing. Because, of course, she first claimed it was "semi-casual" (which I told her was NOT A DRESS CODE!) and which she then claimed yesterday "Oh, by the way, a lot of people are like, dressing up for this". SIGH.


shrift - Dec 05, 2008 11:36:18 am PST #4515 of 10002
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

I'm having an unlucky week. I've wiped out on ice, gotten pulled into tons of last-minute meetings, had a project come back from the dead to haunt me all week, broken a glass I liked, had light bulbs pop the moment I turn on a light, scalded my hand on coffee, AND it's four frigging degrees outside right now.

I'm bruised, scratched, and randomly bleeding, and at this rate I'm worried that I'll need a crash helmet to get through the weekend.


flea - Dec 05, 2008 11:38:14 am PST #4516 of 10002
information libertarian

Scoop-neck cashmere sweater, shortish straight skirt (wool or suit fabric), fun/sparkly/lace hose/tights, a little earring bling? You must have 3 out of 4 of those.


brenda m - Dec 05, 2008 11:40:33 am PST #4517 of 10002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I'm bruised, scratched, and randomly bleeding, and at this rate I'm worried that I'll need a crash helmet to get through the weekend.

Scoop-neck cashmere sweater, shortish straight skirt (wool or suit fabric), fun/sparkly/lace hose/tights, a little earring bling? You must have 3 out of 4 of those.

Pretty sure she needs something a little sturdier than that. Chain mail? Bubble suit?


Lee - Dec 05, 2008 11:46:37 am PST #4518 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

BUBBLE WRAP


Cashmere - Dec 05, 2008 11:50:19 am PST #4519 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.

DH is in Las Vegas grading actuarial exams and playing craps. I'm in Indiana with the kids. Something is VERY wrong with this.


amych - Dec 05, 2008 11:52:30 am PST #4520 of 10002
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Something is VERY wrong with this.

Yes. The kids should be learning to contribute to the family income at the craps table. These are hard economic times!


Lee - Dec 05, 2008 11:54:39 am PST #4521 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

You should plan a trip to Vegas without him. Like maybe in February.


msbelle - Dec 05, 2008 11:57:06 am PST #4522 of 10002
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

the from hell planning of the office party continues. I have called 10 places that are not available on the date I have approval on. WHY CAN"T WE DO A LUNCH?!?!?


Kathy A - Dec 05, 2008 11:57:49 am PST #4523 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Great, now I'm earwormed with "The Oldest Established Permanent Floating Crap Game in New York."

Where's the action?
Where's the game?
Gotta have the game
Or we'll die from shame...