I feel bad because my next thought on reading this [link] was "You shoulda kept the dash. The dash was important."
But that can be addressed at any time. It's a touching gesture.
(Seriously, how can you not know CSS can display images when I gave you the CSS with the image reference in it?)
Julie,
I just got the heebie jeebies! My fault for asking!
Assume curiosity dead.
Consuela, I am so sorry. Much love and ~ma to you.
Also, thank you all for the condolences on my sweet Jeeves. I'm sad (obviously), but also feel oddly relieved now that the worst is over and I no longer have to watch him deteriorating. I did get a bit weepy when I came home today and my little buddy wasn't waiting for me at the door.
My friends' dog got a bad cut on her face recently, and they kept saying "she ran into the lawn mower," BUT the lawn mower was not on at the time! And the dog tripped or something. So it's not good, but not the immediate image that sentence gives you.
I'm sad (obviously), but also feel oddly relieved now that the worst is over and I no longer have to watch him deteriorating. I did get a bit weepy when I came home today and my little buddy wasn't waiting for me at the door.
Yup, and yup. I feel you on both counts. I'm still pulling cat hairs out of sweaters, which is a little creepily sentimental for me.
Anne I'm so sorry about Jeeves.
Let it be known to all that I will drop everything to have drinks with Consuela.
And I'm sorry people suck.
Zip car sold their territory in my area to enterprise on the same day I got a zipcar card. Welp. Okthen.
Oh, and another
dead bunny on the carpet.
This time she
ate the forelegs as well as teh brainz.
I think she's unhappy that I
chucked the other one into the bushes. That or she really is a zombie that's developing an apetite for more than just gray matter.
Juliebird, this is crazy-detail-oriented, compulsive boss lady, right? Talk about karma biting one in the assfinger!
Huh. An entire search engine for animated GIFs.
Theodosia, yup, same gal, and that is so wrong but so true! If she hadn't felt the need for perfection in the eyes of everyone and just read a book while waiting for the contractors instead, I'd actually have a partner at working helping me out. Now it's pre-gala for the third time and I'm going to be shouldering her duties as well now.
Old boss texted me wanting to volunteer next week. Except the way he phrased it was "are you in town next Tues? Want to get together late in the day and touch some plants?"