Finally started to stress about getting rides to various wholesale florists to get the vases and flowers I need. When I talked with boss about what I had to do Andy panic (and the tears and angry frustration that went along with it, she basically told me it was my fault for not reaching out for her help immediately. When I tried to explain that I felt so harried that I barely had time to think, let alone break away from my day-long supervisory tasks to ask for help, she said "let's not argue about this".
Fuck you, honey.
The teakettle looks like Hitler the same way some cats look like Hitler.
One of my Facebook game-playing friends took a picture of a bird's nest in her porch hanging planter and discovered that one egg was larger and different than the others. Given where she lives, it's most likely a cowbird egg, which like cuckoos let their young be raised by other birds.
Her reaction is that she'll get rid of the interloping egg when she gets home. Me, I'd be more likely to get rid of the original bird eggs (before they get to hatching/feeling pain stage) and watch a cowbird grow up. Ah well.
you know what I think of? the Monopoly man.
Yeah, I can see that, too.
Theo,
why get rid of any of the eggs? Let the birds hatch, right?
Damn, I forgot flowers from the garden for Mom.
Ah, well. She was talking, well listening on the phone to my niece when I got back, but she had no idea who she was. So sad.
{{Consuela}} It is good that you are able to be there for her.
I don't got no tumblr, but I do have a blog.
That works! I added it to my iGoogle thing.
I have a blog, but I haven't done anything with it. I can't think of anything to say that I think anyone wants to read.
That's what I like so much about Tumblr. So little impetus to say anything at all. I always like showing pictures.
Yeah, to go buzzword-y, I like being a curator more than a creator.
Yeah, to go buzzword-y, I like being a curator more than a creator.
I read some comment once about someone curating their apartment. And I thought, FINALLY! A descriptor for my piles of books and comics and other crap. It's not "crap," it's "curated items from my life."
