I don't think I've ever seen my mom tip the house-cleaning people. Usually she leaves them a check. I'm not really sure, though.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
I never tip my cleaning lady; I expect her to price her services appropriately for my house. I give her something extra around Dec. holidays, though, and frequently give her stuff that I might otherwise donate to Goodwill. She's always been happy to take stuff.
Happy birthday Kristin & Maria!
[link] Honees are Yum and they feel very good on a sore throat, not that I have one, just, they're the best thing ever if you feel like you might cough in a theater.
Oh heck. It's only Thursday. It feels like Friday.
My uncle, on car salesmen:
You know how you have to talk to them? Like a whore. You know why? Because that's what they are, they're whores. They'll try to fuck you any way they can. If you go to a whore, she might say, "$200." And you say, "For you, bitch? I don't think so." "No no no, $175." It's like that.
He also told me that buying a used car was like buying a whore. I think my uncle is related to Frank Miller.
I think Frank Miller is scared of your uncle.
Coconut milk ice cream and bad celebrity reality TV are not helping my blah.
Coconut milk ice cream and bad celebrity reality TV are not helping my blah.
Jesus Christ, of course not!
May as well watch old Jerry Falwell preaching reruns and mainline corn-starch!
... is it the downhill one? I know I knew this at some point.
Yep. And, as the downhill driver to whom this happened on the first day, all I could say was nononono. I"m not sure why, but it made sense to me that the UPhill driver should back up. I don't really get the logic of either choice though.
May as well watch old Jerry Falwell preaching reruns and mainline corn-starch!
snerk
I admit my choice of TV is crap. I have no good reason to watch Andy Dick and that guy from Crazytown trying to stay sober. But the ice cream is good. Just not good enough to fight through the pain tonight.
you need chocolate sauce on your ice cream. and a favorite DVD , not icky tv.
I'm not sure why my driver's ed teacher passed me. I was a horrible driver, and he had fear in his eyes after the first ride. And he had this tone like, "I can't believe how fucking awful you are at this." And he was not wrong. Until it all clicked (after I had the license), and then, of course, I thought I was the best driver on the planet at age 17. Yeah. Because that's likely.