I know there will be tsuris regardless, so I'd operate like they said. Even if you get a conditional yes, it sounds like she'll renege. So just move forward, loins girded.
City smells faintly of old farts and wet dog. Which I suspect is just exhaust due to inversion. No breeze, humidity rising. It gets like this sometimes. Unfortunately, I am airing out the house.
The air quality here is terrible due to wildfires nearby. I've had a migraine since Tuesday, and husband's got a cold that won't clear up. We're both blaming the smoke.
Yeah, at least there isn't smoke here. We haven't had smokey air since...uh? 2000? But I grew up in fire country, so I know the drill and phlegm.
But the city gets this peculiar smell now and then. Few others notice it, but apparently it is a Smell I am good at picking up on, and do not like.
Awww, fuck. I just looked at the directions for Emmett's tournament tomorrow. It's an hour and forty minutes away! That's further away than Sacramento! It's past Manteca, a City whose very name means lard. And we've got two games tomorrow with a two hour break in the middle and a two hour drive back. Holy shit, that's dismal.
Maybe if you think of Manteca as a Dizzy Gillespie song it will be a nicer drive?
Maybe if you think of Manteca as a Dizzy Gillespie song it will be a nicer drive?
Sadly I've been to Manteca. Plus, Emmett just figured out that he
doesn't
actually have his blue jersey here as he presumed without looking.
So, now I get to add a forty minute detour to Albany to tack onto my hour forty trip to the land beyond lard.
Beyond Lard. Potential cookbook title?
I am grumpy because this list: [link] doesn't indicate how the arrests/investigations/court cases went.
Oh. Huh. I'm currently working with one of the women on that list and I fully expect the hubby to be around on Monday.
I can't work out how to feel. I mean, I
know
how to feel--American Airlines read my complaint and said "Ooh, she's pissed, give her a voucher that will get her many places in the US." But they clearly didn't think it was worth more than a form letter, and given that my complaint was I WAS ON MY WAY TO THE HOSPITAL I feel they could have said something more than "we know your time is valuable and you are frustrated". No, let's take a minute--my health is vital and I am unwell and in pain. It's amazing how much difference not-a-form-letter would make.
But that will probably take care of my flight to the wedding, if I'm lucky, and is almost as much as I paid to fly back for my sister's party.
So--I know the answer is "grateful". But I'm still pouty.
However--upside to having the car in the shop and driving three different cars while it was busted--*now* my new car feels like it's
mine.
So, there's that.
I'd probably still say "Engage," when I hit the button.
Almost all the dishes are done, plus I had delicious pancakes for dinner. Win.
I just saw an ad for a Smart car that stressed the tonnage the cage could handle. I saw one after a collision once, and all my uninformed eye could register was "That's really close to the person parts". A crash is going to psychologically shake you too, but I can't imagine that wouldn't shake you more, even if you're equally unharmed.
Though it would be nice if you walked out of it feeling thrice blessed and protected by resource-conserving technology.
I'm watching the Leverage finale from Sunday, and hair! Oh, hair!
Right--I was eyeing luxury cars on the drive home because I needed to work out which side the gas tank was on, plus they all look different from that angle. Also, the Beverly Hills drivers who are douchey seem to make different faces from the douchey drivers in my neighbourhood.
I want to see inside a Genesis. I want to know what Hyundai does when they play in that area.
Did they discontinue the 325? I am...hurt. That's been my favourite BMW for twenty years.
I complained to M's older sister that she was having her wedding the same weekend the Hobbit opens, and she said "Come to Baltimore a day early and see it there." I forget, sometimes, that just because members of my family are diametrically different to me doesn't mean they don't understand and they won't eagerly accommodate. "Almost as long as you've been here, ita, you've been watching the elf movies." Okay, the math is wonky, but the sentiment is touching.