Wow, that combines all the charms of micromanagement and inappropriate comments from guys on the street.
Took the words right out of my non-smiling mouth.
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.
Wow, that combines all the charms of micromanagement and inappropriate comments from guys on the street.
Took the words right out of my non-smiling mouth.
I am thinking of the horror of a program that snaps a shot of you when you log on each morning:
"You'd look much better, if you'd do somthing with that hair."
"Did you forget your make-up this morning?"
"Are you gaining weight? Maybe take a walk during lunch."
"Your face is paler and more bloated than normal, a representative from HR will be by to administer a drug test."
"Try to shave tomorrow."
Ancient Gay Sex, depicted on a coin. (from Ancient Rome.) More or less worksafe, as you have to look at it closely to see the erect penis.
I am thinking of the horror of a program that snaps a shot of you when you log on each morning:
Might as well live with your mother (assuming they're anything like mine).
I am thinking of the horror of a program that snaps a shot of you when you log on each morning:
Sounds like an idea for Wii Fashion.
Apparently if you smile more it makes you happier. It's supposed to work both ways like that.
Today is trying to kill me.
Wow, that combines all the charms of micromanagement and inappropriate comments from guys on the street.
Yes, this. And I say this as someone who is usually smiling!
I need a personal assistant. And a time machine.
GRRRR... Getting a passport is trickier than I remember. I need to call around for an appt.
I actually need to figure out what to do about a passport. I HAD one and presumably, it's still in my house somewhere, never mind that I never updated it after I got married because I never actually went anywhere I needed it. The few times I traveled outside the U.S. were pre-9/11 so I didn't need my passport for the Disney cruise or to go to Canada.
Yes, my life really is that sad. But anyhow, I can't find the damned thing-- I've looked everywhere, including the safety deposit box. There's one last place, which is Lewis' lockbox, but guess who lost the key? *glares at husband* But given that it wasn't updated and had a photo taken when I was... oh, fourteen, I wonder if I should just call it lost and apply for a new one? Advice?