and now seeing how much is getting done, I am far less stressy!
Yay!!
Oz ,'Storyteller'
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and now seeing how much is getting done, I am far less stressy!
Yay!!
Yay for less stress!!
And I meant to say earlier, nice to hear that your cat is doing well, tommyrot.
YAY msbelle!
Hello, peoples!
Yay, msbelle and mom of!
Yeah, I can see how girl pee might be generally less attracting to guys than steak. If it`s not, I don`t wanna know.
I have dated a guy about whom you do not want to know.
What's with this trend of restaurants calling to ask you to confirm your reservation with them. Calling to remind you, sure, but asking you to call back and confirm? WTF?
HELLO PERKINS!
Perkins!!!
LISA! SUZI! HOW ARE YOU?
Living in !!!-land, apparently.
The big question is how are you?
I can see calling to confirm, as I worked at a restaurant that was super busy on the weekends, and if we had a reservation for 6 or 8 that didn't show, or decided to be an hour late, it really fucked things up. We had about 25 tables. So we wouldn't sit a party until the whole party was there, and if no one from the party showed or called 20 mins after reservation time, you lost it. We made this clear when people called, and they still would get pissed. But wait time on Fri/Sat nights was 1 1/2 to 2 hours, so we would sit the people who were waiting. And for a server to have a big 12 tops sitting there empty or with 2 or 3 people, waiting, for 45 minutes -- dude, that's their rent money they're not getting.
It's raining here, which is nice, but I was going to wash the stank dog today. Also, I have discovered that grey cat (not mine) is pissing in the easy chair in the dining room and it's pooling on the floor. Dan tried to tell me that the last time it happened, it was a one-off, and I said No. And that the litter box needed to be kept immaculately clean so they cat would MAYBE not do it again.
Well. Litter box got NAST again, and there we are. He changed it last night, but too late. We will have a Come to Jesus talk tonight, as I take care of my cat's messes and box, and he does his. But that fucking chair is going to the garage TONIGHT, and he is cleaning the piss and getting a new cat box. Greer's piss is smellier than all the other 3 cats put together; I wonder if she has diabetes. But right now, downstairs stinks so bad, I don't even want to walk through the dining room.
I can tolerate a LOT of mess, but stank makes me CRAZY.