Y'all go with the badass spider-touching. I now have a contact list for when one is looming on the ceiling over my bed. Awesome.
Yeah, I'm keeping notes on who I can call when Pete isn't home. And I have to say, my bouts of depression have never made me get to the point of not caring about my phobias. Dammit.
What could be too gross? You were having brain surgery and they found a Jillifont in your skull?
On the one hand, iiiieeeeee and ewwwww! On the other hand, I love that you just refer to them as Jillifont.
There's a new Hyperbole and a Half. Except it's not funny, and I'm trying hard to no cry at work right now.
God damn, that is so spot-on it's painful.
I don't want to touch a spider, though. Maybe buy all the Skittles, but no spider-touching.
I love that you just refer to them as Jillifont.
Damn, now I totally want to submit an entry to Urban Dictionary.
There's a new Hyperbole and a Half. Except it's not funny, and I'm trying hard to no cry at work right now.
I meant to agree: it hits a little too close to home to be really funny. Brilliant and true, but not funny.
Good luck with the job hunt, msbelle.
I came home to a letter from my health insurance co. They wanted to let me know that a nurse would be calling me with advice on how to be less fat. My level of "bite me, Cigna" cannot be textually rendered.
They do not review my work, even if I provide it early and then are furious if they find errors when they are on a job site. I literally had to say today that I would not be able to guarantee never making a mistake.
Oh god, that's like the definition of a no-win situation at work. Ugh.
And I can confirm that while msbelle is a beautiful person in many ways, customer service would likely not be the best job choice.... for anyone involved.
Oh my lord, Tim brought home a truck from work and he's taking the drill press out of the driveway to be scrapped.
WHAT IS HAPPENING I DON'T EVEN
Take pictures!
Maybe this is his version of a marriage proposal?
Maybe this is his version of a marriage proposal?
You know, that wouldn't be totally weird for him.
For my own part, I've started with the FlyLady shit and keep adding little cleaning tasks to my (semi-) daily routine. This, too, falls under the IT IS THE END OF DAYS category.
I'll report back if he spells out "Wll U MRY ME" in scrap metal on the driveway.
I meant to agree: it hits a little too close to home to be really funny. Brilliant and true, but not funny.
It's not funny at all, but it rang true. And it's something I might use to explain to people who just Don't Get It.