Well, you wouldn't be able to throw stones for one thing.

You could, but they say you shouldn't. Judgment call, I'd say.

If it is a UTI, perhaps a follow-up text asking why they're charging for high-end care while leaving medical troubleshooting to you and your friends would be in order.

To be fair, they're not supposed to be charging us for the highest level of care. At least not until this point.

Dear person I'm on the phone with:

You are tech support for a very large insurance company. Why are you asking me how to get access to this computer folder that says access denied?

I got a LinkedIn invite from a name that looked completely foreign to me. And it didn't list a reason the way it normally does. But when I clicked on it I remembered the guy--we worked together in Michigan.

But he's not listing that job on his resume. We were never close or anything--I certainly don't know him well enough to ask "Why are you lying???" but that's damned shady. So I clicked on a couple other former co-workers, and their memory of their time there doesn't always jibe with mine.

Interesting, but also flummoxing.

I've seen photos of ita with a fade.

Speaking of hair, mine is in desperate need of color and... and... something else too. Maybe it's just the weather, but my hair looks mopey.

I'm feeling good about my stupid bangs, hair-changing-wise. A couple of people have said my hair looks good!

I've seen photos of ita with a fade

There was this [link] which ended up morphing into this [link] Good times.

I can't believe I ever put that much follicular responsibility in the hands of another. Things have surely changed.

I'm having ice cream for lunch. I meant to have lunch lunch and then go upstairs for the free ice cream, but I got distracted and just went upstairs. I can't even finish two scoops--how was I supposed to have some after lunch?

I went out and got a virtuous salad and came back to find the owner was treating everyone to Mexican from the place downstairs. Hmph.

morphing into this [link]

I really like that on you.

I need a haircut like mad.

A couple of people have said my hair looks good!

I always try to tell people when I love their hair, because no one ever expects it and everyone usually looks really pleased to hear it.

This is how I always think of you first, ita.

I brought something downstairs to the after-hours FedEx box, planning to pay for it myself since I didn't have our account number, but found someone from the related department had left their own package sitting on top of the box! So I used their number, and bob's your uncle.