Marshalls fail. They renamed the handicap dressing room the family dressing room and removed the large bench that made it possible for me to actually try on clothes.
Dawn: Any luck? Willow: If you define luck as the absence of success--plenty.
'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
sj - May 11, 2012 10:32:26 am PDT #13050 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erikaj - May 11, 2012 11:32:29 am PDT #13051 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
OK, officially way too much Justified fandom for me, as I *totally* didn't remember Marshall's is a store and waited for a dropped body, or an unexpected subpeona or a bullet where it shouldn't be, when it's just another ADA violation.
Strix - May 11, 2012 11:45:07 am PDT #13052 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Bestest sister-defense ever. Of course, she had writers.
And she wasn't stoned!
But oh yes, I heart Julia Sugarbaker. She had steely silk-covered LADY-cojones, in the truest sense of the word "lady."
erikaj - May 11, 2012 11:49:09 am PDT #13053 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
wrod.
Burrell - May 11, 2012 12:42:46 pm PDT #13054 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Although didn't the actress who played her turn out to be kinda like the female Ted Nugent? Or am I misremembering? I hope I'm misremembering.
erikaj - May 11, 2012 12:45:40 pm PDT #13055 of 30001
"already on the kiss-cam with Karl Marx"-
She said she wasn't as Liberal as Julia, but I think the actress who played Suzanne was the truly whacked Republican in that group.
sj - May 11, 2012 1:01:06 pm PDT #13056 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
OK, officially way too much Justified fandom for me, as I *totally* didn't remember Marshall's is a store and waited for a dropped body, or an unexpected subpeona or a bullet where it shouldn't be, when it's just another ADA violation.
Ha! The manager tried to convince me the bench had never been there until one of the salespeople backed me up.
Toddson - May 11, 2012 1:13:18 pm PDT #13057 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Said salesperson to be looking for a new job tomorrow? sorry ... I get cynical.
Question - I'd posted this in technology, but it may be too low level for the people who hang out there. We'd created an interactive PDF - one that's a form with fields that can be filled in, saved, and sent in. We have word limits, but the PDF form maker only lets you set limits by characters. I did an estimate, increased the character count significantly, and sent it out. Well, people couldn't enter all the text. I doubled the character count and they still can't get all their text in. Seemingly, they did a word count in Word.
Anyone have any suggestions as to what the @#$# is wrong and how to fix it? I'm in Acrobat 9.0 Pro.
Nora Deirdre - May 11, 2012 1:54:26 pm PDT #13058 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Saw the Avengers again this afternoon, which was a yay.
Also it looks like we have retained a lawyer to yell at the bank and the PMI company. Yay!
smonster - May 11, 2012 2:11:03 pm PDT #13059 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Double yay!
I am tired and cranky and PMSing. I can't decide whether human interaction would make me feel better or worse. Hmm. I also don't feel like cooking. Hmph.
Which leads me to this: I'm tired of being broke. I'm tired of never being able to suggest plans because I can't afford anything. I'm tired of relying on the kindness of my friends and StW, and worrying that I'll never be able to pay it back. I'm tired of worrying that people judge me because I spend money on cigarettes, or when I snap and buy things I shouldn't because I'm tired of worrying about money all the time. I'm tired of juggling bills, and owing debt to my parents and my landlady and that OON psychiatrist I saw one damn time.
I get a pay bump soon, which is good (from $11/hr to $15/hr), but it's still going to be a long nasty road out of credit card debt. And then an endless nasty road of saving for retirement. I need to make more money and/or spend less, but I really don't want to work more than I do and I just don't know where I can cut bills.
Did I mention I am tired and cranky and PMSing? So take all of this with a grain or a hunk of salt. Just feeling overwhelmed and mad that I didn't work as much as I needed to today. And I've been sitting on this rant for a while.
Anyone want to come pet my hair? Literally? StW is out of town, not that hair-petting is his style.