I think I've worked out why the tumblr redesign is still more work for me--I don't care whose tumblr it came from until after I've read it. So for anything interesting, even if I don't reblog, I end up going back to the top and then down again.
I tried paying attention to the person first, but I forget. And I sooper special don't want to reblog or heart if I don't know who's getting the bounce.
I'm trying to argue my boss out of what I consider a political misstep. There's weirdness in the air this week.
And next week we're allowed to wear t-shirts, SHORTS
AND FLIP FLOPS
on the third. I'm horrified. I have no idea which t-shirt to wear, nor how I'm going to avoid seeing the shorts and flip flops.
When I was first interviewed for my current job (almost 13 years ago, yikes!), my not-yet boss was wearing shorts and flip-flops.
My old CEO had a rule against "thong sandals," so we had a lot of debates about whether that just meant flip-flops or also nicer sandals that happen to have a thing between your toes.
My old CEO had a rule against "thong sandals," so we had a lot of debates about whether that just meant flip-flops or also nicer sandals that happen to have a thing between your toes.
That would be a rule against thing sandals.
You would think!
But you'd have another think coming.
When the CEO has a thing against it, does that mean an automatic no?
We are finally home. I'm already tired of my children and they are tired of me. Tomorrow I will be sure to go to the gym for my two hours so I can get 2 hours child free.
We were never sure if she'd be OK with nicer thong sandals, and didn't want to risk it. Which does cut down on your options.
I'm getting ready to make a steak. There are a few brown patches on it. The sell-by date is June 30 (i.e. in three days).
Safe to eat?
Should be fine unless it smells funny, Tommy.
Nope. Smells like a fresh hunk of dead cow, I guess.
Thanks.
