Hate Sears. Won't go there.
Emeline is the awesomest!
I often feel mine are awesome, but not so much lately. It is tough to use the word awesome when he has been fired from his job and refuses to go and talk to the manager about the situation. See also refusing to finish high school. See also refusing to help me with anything. See also leaving his trash around. See also raunchy stinky socks. His objective is to get me mad enough to send him back to Florida. His dad says don't let him win that one. Very frustrating.
Anyone wanna teenager?
Anyone wanna teenager?
I'll take him! I trust his bloodlines. Plus I've got some duct tape to keep him occupied.
Thought Jilli and some of our other darky lovers might like these: [link] Skeletal Damask Curtains
They're sheers with spooky damask weave. I'm a little in love with them.
[Edit: Jilli, do not click! Upon futher inspection Smonster has found a smider.]
Anyone wanna teenager?
I would normally consider a swap but Liv bought herself a reprieve this morning.
Anyone wanna teenager?
I'm sticking with cats, thanks.
Huh. Well you are a hell of a wonderful adult.
Anyone wanna teenager?
What Calli said.
(By the way, Max is back up to 7 and 1/4 pounds!)
Anyone wanna teenager?
I'll trade you for a three-year old...
Ok - I ballsed up and talked to boss about other boss' comment (even though I work for both, I directly report to boss.). She laughed and said that it has been part of the ongoing conversation about what my "new" position is going to entail and really cementing down the details and she can't remember how long that conversation has been going on. "Eighteen months" says I. "Eighteen months? Wow. Thank you so much for being so patient with us. Wow. Ok."
I imagine my position will change a lot again over the coming months, but I really want there to be a concrete description. And a raise.