I'm excited, after all these years of y'all being TJ this and TJ that.
The Carmelized Onion dip is our new crack of choice.
Deep breaths, brenda! Darby'll be fine and he won't have stink mouth when it's done.
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I'm excited, after all these years of y'all being TJ this and TJ that.
The Carmelized Onion dip is our new crack of choice.
Deep breaths, brenda! Darby'll be fine and he won't have stink mouth when it's done.
They opened a new Wegmans someplace in the area - people lined up for hours waiting to get in.
I like Wegmans but I won't line up for an hour unless there are G-forces involved.
I love getting flowers probably because it doesn't happen very often. Also a very special girl in my life just adores flowers so pretty much all flowers make me think of her and that's kind of awesome, being reminded of her.
It'll be OK, brenda. I've been through it several times. I totally get why it's scary, though. Darby ~ma!
TJ's opening is very exciting, indeed. I'm having a TJ's quiche for lunch today.
I like getting flowers just because. Although it's been tricky keeping the cats out of the flowers.
Job interview is at 11:30, I'm trying not to be nervous. I was told to dress casual, because the vet will be dressed casual. So I'm wearing a nice top, dark jeans, flats. What I would have worn for casual Friday. I don't know how casual she meant and I don't want to be too casual.
I think it's best to err on the side of business-casual for an interview at a vet's office.
You want to strike a balance between looking appropo for an interview, and not coming off as a person who can't wrestle a dog or cat because she's too worried about getting hair on her pants.
Your outfit sounds fine. Good luck!
askye, interview~ma for you.
Getting-it-all-done-and-retaining-a-semblance-of-sanity~ma for smonster.
I love getting flowers, except when they don't last long I get really sad. For a while, Daniel would occasionally get me a potted flowering plant, but since I have a black thumb, I would get even more sad when they died. So to avoid the sadness, he focuses on doing other things to make me smile.
Flowers are pretty. I like getting pretty things. It's that simple. I don't mind if it's a first date or not.
Interview~ma, askye.
Darby~ma, brenda.
I find cut flowers more of a burden than live. Live flowers may revive after suffering under my neglect, or even mysteriously thrive on their own. I can fool myself that cut flowers are still okay for a shorter period of time and I am worse about changing water and culling than I am about watering live plants, in general. But I do like cut flowers while they are fresh and pretty. DH gave me a little arrangement of rose for Valentine's Day one year that the florist assured him would dry out nicely, and that was pretty awesome because they really did. I still have them around here somewhere
When a friend of mine finally went back to work after the birth of his child he sent his wife (still at home) a bouquet.
She was having a bout of baby-blues* when she got them and called him at work crying saying, "Why would you send me flowers? Flowers die, Jim, FLOWERS DIE!"
It's become a tagline in my family like "Bucha are, Blanche, YA ARE" or "Chineese food? You expect me to eat Chineese food?!?"
* Not using that term faciously, she never had full-blown post-partum depression, just some weepies