Thanks Sail, and everyone, for you support earlier.
I struggled and struggled and then I took a nap. But not before eating the most amazing Mojito sorbet you could possibly imagine. The company is called Sinplicity and their product is the bomb-diggity. I got the Salted Caramel and Mojito to share with my pals M&J. We agreed, it was an orgy of flavor.
Perked me right up.
Except for the price...turn away if you have a faint heart...$12 for two servings. I could have died. And then began a crotchety rant about the awesome 5 cent scoops at the old Thrifty stores of my yout.
Still, each was served with a lovely biscotti...and I don't even like biscotti. And, it's made locally and...fill in lame justifications for it was yummy and I'm trying not to regret it.
As for the debacle, the company president sent the aggrieved client the email I dictated, we teed up the walker I first suggested and Monday, the co. pres. will walk the entire route to ensure nothing goes wrong.
I feel terrible that she had to throw herself on the sword like that...it isn't as if she doesn't have other stuff to do...but there you have it. I volunteered, and may take over once they get into the swing.
I'm just worried that the client, who is obviously in a VERY bad place in her life, has poisoned the waters so that we won't be able to capture those new accounts...much less keep the ones we already had in those buildings.
Ah well. I'm chalking it up to experience.
Cagney has had an extensive nap and a lamb bone and his supper. Now we wants to go play outside.
I maybe the doggy lama, but I don't know how to say, "Are you kidding me? It is actually 104 degrees outside. Not a chance."
(moves
Luther
to top of Netflix queueueueue)
I've tried Luther a couple of times and it never grabs me. I might just muscle through it one day with a lot of computer work and at least be able to say I tried the whole way through. It should be something I like, dammit, why can't I enjoy it?
Takes me to the Tumbler log in page.
bonny, sounds like an absolutely delicious and well-deserved treat. And now I want sorbet.
HFS, I am helping a neighbor friend pack and I just want to throw EVERYTHING into the trash. Soooo much cheap crap she doesn't need and won't miss. But we're not close enough and she's kind of far along in the process. I must go home and clean out my whole house, which I needed to do anyway.
DONATE ALL THE THINGS. Then you don't have to clean them.
Heh...I am Ruthless McRuthlesserson when I help friends pack. I am BRUTAL.
"When's the last time you saw it? Wore it? Uh-huh. Family heirloom? No? Donate or recycling—HEY, THERE'S NO CRYING IN PACKING!!"
Beverly, it boots me to the login page, as well.
smonster, I know that one (Note to Aimee: I'm not talking about you, don't worry). I want the heat to break, so I can clean and whatnot (this is a very strange feeling, wanting to do housework).
Strix needs to come to my house. I bet. I bet folding $$ that my house would make you weep real tears.
We are weeping as we pack.
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P-C, I am not a medical doctor, but I would talk my entire compromised bank acct to Vegas to bet that you absolutely do not have a stroke if BOTH of your wrists hurt. I would actually be more worried if it were just one.
I'm voting secretly being treated behind his own back for multiple myeloma. WAY more plausible. :)
Am I allowed to be sweaty if it's only 75 here? I did walk up and down and back and forth. Tried on a bunch of jeans in a size that actually fits, but didn't buy any of them because for some reason the thrift store only had petites. Random.
Later roommate and I are going to go eat sushi and watch movies. Separately, because we don't want to see the same thing.
