'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Blowing it up because he doesn't know how to NOT blow it up, isn't acceptable.
It seems to me that there's a potentially good difference between NOT knowing how to not blow up his marriage, versus deliberately being an asshole with full knowledge that he could do otherwise.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, he doesn't sound like an easy client, but one who can potentially be helped. It's good he's come to you, bonny.
It seems to me that there's a potentially good difference between NOT knowing how to not blow up his marriage, versus deliberately being an asshole with full knowledge that he could do otherwise.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, he doesn't sound like an easy client, but one who can potentially be helped. It's good he's come to you, bonny.
What you say is true. In this case, I have total confidence that he isn't actually an asshole. He is a good guy who acts like an ass when he feels persecuted...which is too often.
I'm glad he is coming to me too. He came via referral by a fellow who had similar issues and is now 'cured.' So, I'm hopeful.
I need to get over myself. I'm pretty stressed about all the stuff that needs to be done before the auction, and I asked a fellow organizer to do one thing for me yesterday, and she did not. And I have done the bulk of the solicitations for the silent auction, and I really need to get off my ass and go walk down the main drag hitting places up and dropping off fliers, and I'm feeling cranky and put upon.
I mean, this was my idea, and I haven't been as proactive about asking for help as I could be, but I wish I'd gotten a little more help in the solicitation department. Also, me being me, I really hate doing shit by myself and would like some company.
Whatever. I'm just venting. Need to get off ass and get dressed and get out the door, and it will all be fine.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled Bitches thread.
{{smonster}} It sucks when people don't follow through on stuff.
Edited because those ::'s were meant to be hugs, and apparently I'm too sleep-deprived to get it right the first time.
::smonster:: It sucks when people don't follow through on stuff.
Totally this.
It sucks when people don't follow through on stuff.
Well, I'm also the queen of not following through on stuff, so in a way it's also karma.
I love my sister! Even though she's got lots to do and hates driving, she's on her way to come help me. I'm already dressed and made up and was going to go alone, and then she called. LOVE. HER.
Aw, poor little Trudy feets. Feel better, Trudy feets!
fucknuts. Furry Mal still hasn't pooped. He's got quite the appetite, had a full breakfast today and 3 mini meals yesterday. And the xrays showed that his innard were chock full of turds. But they just aren't coming out :( Two little ones have slipped out since i brought him home more than 24 hrs ago (like, he's walking around the kitchen, i notice something brown hanging out his butt, and it just slips into the floor where he sniffs at with curiosity like "where did that come from?") so clearly his butt is full...but he's not interested in the litter boxes. I'm terrified to call the vet because i know they'll want him to come in for surgery and he's acting totally normal and clearly not in pain. He's looking out the window, meowing at me for more noms, playing with Nico...he seems fine aside from the lack of poopage. I've started using the big syringe to shoot a little water (like 3ml) into his mouth whenever he camped out by the food bowl and asks for more. He's had a full breakfast, so maybe a little more fluid would be helpful? The vet was very against adding pumpkin or any kind of laxative or stool softener to his food until after he passes the blockage. I'm knotted up with worry and don't know what to do except fret.