I think that probably takes pride of place as the Thing I Learned Today.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
There is Firefly on the brain tonight. I got this today. It was the wrapping paper for my Mother's Day gift.
Omg somebody kill me. I missed the train, screwing my plans to take my dad out to dinner,and by the time the next train got in and I met up with them my sister and her bf had been at the bar for three hours, and started fighting like 10 minutes before I got there, and now she's spent an hour and a half close talking at me about eveything wrong with them. Halp.
Oy, Brenda. That sucks. I wish we could form a rescue squad and rush down there to save you.
Dear news outlets: Take a look at the box. That is not a dome. Stop calling it a dome.
When someone says 100 ton dome, I expect a big-assed dome that's dome shaped, not a five story outhouse.
Also, wind knocked a large branch on top of our roof, including power wires. Should I call power company?
Oh, Brenda. I hate being in that kind of situation.
DCJ, yes, call the power company. Now.
Cashmere, that is too cute!
Called Power company.
Oh god. Now the bf is coming to me for advice. I like him a lot, generally. But it's all "wow, isn't it crazy how hysterical she is? Is she going to chill out?" Jackhole.
Well, here's a day to note. I have *literally* both face palmed and headdesked (headbarred?) today. Not both related to the sister situation.