he stole a screw out of a piece I'd milled to do so

This co-worker needs to go away. Maybe he'll trip on something he tossed on the floor.

javachick is right about those hangers. Target carries a version now too.

"Why would anybody want to steal a screw?"

Aileen Wuornos: Ha...you can tell who the journalism grads are...we have our punctuated and *attributed* tags, thank you very much. Well, that 20,000 did not go begging...thanks taxpayers!

Epic, thanks! I remembered to redact my phone number a few days ago, but not that!

I have weeded out several pairs of pants, size 14 to 18. I also have a BEAUTIFUL aubergine dress from Igigi. It fits a curvy 14 to an 18. The size 18 trouser jeans are from Lane Bryant and have been worn maybe 12 times, and look swell on.

I'm going to see if my friend wants any of the 14's, but is anyone is interested in the dress or the trousers, I will take pix and send them to a email account. The Igigi dress originally cost $130 and has been worn 3 times; it's in perfect condition. If you're interested, make me an offer.

Credit Union is waiving the $125 until the selling bank approves. Woot. But then she thought it was a single family home, not condo, so, yet another speed bump. Oh. Dear. Lord. I think my skin is turning green, and Hulk Smash wants to come out.

(Ironically, I am wearing a green shirt today, which is rare)

Omnis, I am sending you domicile~ma.

Patience~ma, omnis.

This co-worker needs to go away. Maybe he'll trip on something he tossed on the floor.

Nah, he's a good one, actually. He was just in a hurry to get the board up before the downpour.

Project "Be Assertive! Be-ee Assertive!!" is going well. Today I asked one coworker why he offered to rip boards for me - if he thought I didn't do it well or safely. He said no, he's just not used to working with a girl. I thanked him and let him know I'd ask for help if needed. Then he said, "yes'm," so I had to point out that I was his coworker and not his mom. In general I really dig working with this crew of Hondurans, though I can't shake the feeling that they're talking about me sometimes. Curse my lack of Spanish. They love to sing along to the radio, which cracks me up.

Damn and blast. When I made that super-yummy mashed cauliflower the other night, I managed to boil my 6-qt stockpot dry, and I think it's ruined. It was a nice one, that my parents gave me, too. Dammit.

eta - per the internet, I'm soaking it in vinegar. Fingers crossed.

Smonster, tell 'em "Yo sé que mi español es malo, pero entiendo mucho. No hables de mí, por favor. No soy estúpido, mis amigos.Y sé que la mayoría de las malas palabras, también."

Erin, I don't *know* that they're talking about me. I could just be paranoid - it's fairly likely that I am. They also know that I understand some things, and that I'd like to learn more. But thank you! I will keep that phrase handy.

Today I learned "Stasiendo mucho calor."