I'm naked. And I'm not coming out of my room for as long as possible. Staying in here defiantly naked. Ha.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Fight the power, Nora!
I am disappointed--last week I ordered a bunch of shoes online, which I rarely do...and now I remember why. After waiting over a week for them, anxiously, they got here and the one pair I really like doesn't fit, and the two pair I was counting on (my basic summer sandals--same pair in black and brown) is NOT just like the pair I already have, but instead weird and plasticky and uncomfortable, and don't feel good on my feet at all (plus one pair fits better than the other, WTF?). I think I'll have to send them all back, and start my shoe-shopping again! GRR.
That sucks meara. I can buy Converse through the mail. Everything else I have to try on.
Pix, that is insane. I would fight that to the end. If they charge you at ALL, it should only be the depreciated capital that they charge you; any more is against the IRS laws.
And from this link, it seems they have no case to charge you at all, because it wasn't gross negligence.
That's a very good point, if they charge for more than the depreciated capital they would have to claim it as a net profit.
The worst of the weather seems to be over here and no tornadoes in our area, thank goodness.
Nora, didn't you once tell me your grandmother wanted you to have everything?
Update: Apparently Grandma wanted my cousin to have alllllll the rings as well.
Pics or it didn't happen.
I told my mom that I suddenly remembered that Grandma wanted me to have the hope chest
Ah, yes. The number of times you've told me, "I can put that hope chest Grandma wanted me to have right here. You know, she's said, 'Someday that hope chest will be yours, along with this ring and the punchbowl,' for as long as I can remember."
I'm sure I have some e-mails about that around here somewhere.
Nora, would you like me to come glare at your cousin? I would love to. It would make me happy.
I'd like to do more than just glare at Nora's bitch-ass cousin.