Laura, keeping all my fingers crossed for you. Come on RIers, give my home state a good name.
First world problem: At the last minute I decided to go to my cousin's wedding. It's in less than two weeks, and I have nothing to wear!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Laura, keeping all my fingers crossed for you. Come on RIers, give my home state a good name.
First world problem: At the last minute I decided to go to my cousin's wedding. It's in less than two weeks, and I have nothing to wear!
Everything I can cross is crossed for you, Laura. I look pretty silly, but for a buffisa in need...
The generator and A/C were easy fix, they believe the engine is ok too, they are on their way out again.
The retired couple ended up being an old dude with a very young and bitchy wife. I mean she barely said hello when introduced and I thought she was pouty miserable, then the broker, the mechanic, the mechanic's wife, and my husband all commented on what a bitch she was. Complaining about every little thing. Um, the boat is 7 years old lady. You are paying less than a third of the new price tag. No, we are not taking any more off.
I appreciate the crossed appendages. Oh please do not fail me now boat! They made the offer and paid the deposit originally from RI and had a well paid surveyor do the inspection before they flew down. My fervent wish is that this is the 10th boat they have looked at and Dude really wants to have it back to RI for the summer.
Ugh. Late night/early morning puke sessions. Never eating at that restaurant again.
Oh, not good. Stomach~ease~ma headed your way.
Laura, sorry about the bitchy wife.
I need to have more caffeine before volunteering at the library.
The only thing that can explain my sinuses right now is that I think they're phoning home to the mothership. Mothership: please respond with appropriate codes.
Ick, Sean. Poor you. I hope it wasn't a favorite restaurant.
Oh my goodness...emergency miracle ~ma coming your way, Laura. May it be so that this 'glitch' ends up being a funny story. Sell that boat, Universe. So say we all!!
Ugh. Sean. Peace to your guts.
In minor miracle news from this front...the coworker who has been such a raging jerk this past week called this morning to sincerely apologize.
He said that something else happened this morning that made him take a look at himself and to realize that he wasn't 'being' himself.
Thank God.
The owner of the company was stressing major. "I need my team to work!"
Now, we are going to dinner this evening and will just get past it.
Phew.