Go Team Ginger!
Cool.
'Objects In Space'
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Go Team Ginger!
Cool.
There is still stuff not packed which means I have to come back up on Sunday to finish packing. Which is fine, because I'm being lazy and maybe being in the new place will make this seem real.
I also have to run by the credit union before I head to work to change my address. And then I have to start changing my billing address on stuff online. And I have to call the DMV and ask if I can change my address/get an enhanced license at the same time.
And I'm feeling slightly bitchy which, I hope, won't bleed into work, becuase no one likes a bitchy cashier - especially the cashier's supervisor.
I want to be bitchy about Tim Tebow on FB but I don't want family members to think I'm being anti Christian (I have that rep a bit with some family). But Tebow's been shut out of being a NFL quarterback for the THIRD TIME. I'm pretty sure that's a sign from God! The saying when God closes a door, he opens a window - well he's closed three doors on Tebow, I'm pretty sure it's time Tebow goes looking for that window.
I'm pretty sure it's time Tebow goes looking for that window.
And...meow!! Well done. A damned shame your FB family can't appreciate a good poke. I'm pretty sure Jehovah can handle it.
Four ack emma. Headache of the type which I used to describe as a sinus headache but is probably a mild migraine. Coffee and aspirin duly ingested. Sammie cat has come to inquire as to my intentions for returning to bed.
I ran into the former friend...with both dogs...this morning.
I'm glad to see that Speck still breathes, but I really don't think he belongs in an urban environment.
The woman asked how my arms are and when I said that I have nerve damage in both my hands, she screwed up her face and blurted, "You DO?!!" in this incredulous tone of voice that really made me want to smack her...except I wouldn't bother hurting my hands on her.
All I could say was, "I think we should talk about it another time" and dragged Cagney away.
eta: angry typing = bad typing.
Oh my God. I am so, so angry.
Any ideas on what I _should_ say?
The upside of the mice, Ginger, is that you have one very happy dog. I'm so glad it isn't rats.
Any ideas on what I _should_ say?
The truth. Don't spare her the details, and short of cursing, don't go out of your way to be polite about it.
Zen, would you be willing to read the email I have written to her?
It doesn't include any cursing but I worry it may be too much.
Zen, would you be willing to read the email I have written to her?
It doesn't include any cursing but I worry it may be too much.
Sure, bonny. Send it on.