The apartment sounds great, Hil.
The screw that holds in the lens in my glasses that let me see close fell out, which means I can't see to put it back in. That hasn't kept me from trying for a frustrating hour.
I just told the dog he should have held out for a better person. I think I'm officially depressed.
Aw, Ginger. There's no better person for your dog than you.
Andi has agreed that I need to post this here.
From a few nights ago when Julia Sweeney tried to kill me while driving home, listening to her tell the story of how she fell into "The Talk" with her then 8-year-old daughter:
It started out about frogs...
Probably NSFW, but really? it should be.
oh. my. goodness. High-Lar-Ious!
Aw, Ginger. There's no better person for your dog than you.
This is very true. I have seen and witnessed this. Mr. Peabody needs you.
:: grumble ::
After jumping through a kazillion hoops to change health plans, and finding a doctor that actually knows what the hell MDA is other than a frakkin telethon, the stupid HMO assigns some random doctor near home, instead of the doctor I listed that is on the campus I work at. @@ Why is health insurance companies such a pain in the ass?
From a few nights ago when Julia Sweeney tried to kill me while driving home, listening to her tell the story of how she fell into "The Talk" with her then 8-year-old daughter:
Yeah, Mu always was (and apparently still is) a never ending font of hilarity.
Hil, that's a beautiful apartment!
Ugh, that's frustrating, omnis. Hope they get their act together.
I am seriously cranky with my dislocated back joint. Can't go anywhere without The Girl, who is still in fifteen-hour-day rehearsals/teching/shows. Might get to the doctor tomorrow if TG can get a morning off. GRR ARGH.
Hil, the apartment looks great!
(((Seska))) Feel better.
Is it irrational to NOT want certain people to call you by a nickname? A nickname that several others use regularly? And not so much people as one person?