Anya ,'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm home, drinking an inexpertly prepared martini and nursing the scratches I just acquired trying to separate two brawling cats (or, more accurately, one bullying cat and one screaming cat).
Very relieved they caught the suspect. I hope... I don't know what I hope. I hope that's the last time anything like this ever happens, anywhere in the world. That's a reasonable hope, right?
After my third Pimms, I've decided I had 0.5 too many. I feel the same way about my children. Like I have 0.5 a child too many.
Do we need cocktail party chatter?
What is cocktail party chatter?
I just went to a Community place about avoiding touchy topics, like the Negro problem
cocktail party chatter
Where I work: "We're having our third floor renovated, so we bought a house on Maple Ave for the next year until it's done!". Or "Our second dishwasher broke, how inconvenient!".
I have been doing a rewatch of Season 1 Community all day, and it has been fantastic. Streets ahead.
I just finished watching that ep,Lee! Like 5 seconds before I read your post.
That's kind of awesome, Jesse. I mean, I love Jerry at home so being part of that must be great, right?
Lee is making me perversely want a seven and seven. She said avoiding touchy topics.
Roooooxanne.
Roooooxanne.
NO!
Oh, without planning to, I apologized to that coworker who caused me to snap my pencil. When I referred to the incident, she replied "Oh! You mean when you got fresh with me?!"
Um, what?
I actually googled what "getting fresh" meant, because clearly wasn't what I thought. I thought it meant getting smart-mouthed, but the links I clicked meant getting aggressive. Oops, okay, so, yeah, there was that. It didn't go too well. We both agreed that it was water under the bridge at this point, but in the end, I really wasn't truly sorry for the fact of getting angry, just at my physical reaction, and she was totally unrepetant about her butting in where she didn't belong (but, as an apology, I couldn't point that out!). The more we talked, the more pissed off at her I got.
My neighbors across the way (youngish men, maybe in their 20s, early 30s?) are playing football in the street. Culs-de-sac, my friends, are sometimes pretty sweet.