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.
'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
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.
Thanks Zen. Insent.
I agree with Zen. You need to be clear with your expectations.
Just found out I'm going to have a new social worker for the Big Damn Meeting next month. Ugh, more telling my life story to a stranger(who, incidentally, is also looking for ways to cut expenses.) I will not, however, miss the current guy who is as blurting and rude as he is moronic.