I want Christmas Ham! And drinking with the Mercer fam!
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I got an email this morning letting me know that I didn't get the job in The Hague. Merry Fucking Christmas.
Now I have to go and be social with my family. Ugh.
I'm sorry Sue. The timing on that is certainly an odd decision on someone's part.
OK, I've had coffee, now I'm going to be productive. Step One - feed the birds, because I can hear them out there and they sound hungry. And Walter really wants to go hang out in the front yard, so why not accommodate that while I can?
My sister and niece are decorating the tree while I sit here with a dachshund on my butt. This is acceptable to all.
If you're sitting, wouldn't the dachshund be UNDER your butt?
I'm curled up on my side, the dachshund is cuddled up between my butt and my knees. She is warm.
CJ and I are headed to see Frozen soon (if he gets off his ass and puts his shoes on). Tomorrow we have three Christmas shifts. 9ish will be CJ, KCD, B, and me. Noonish is CJ, K-Bug, and me. Then 3:30ish my friend K and her son B are joining CJ and I for whatever I put together for dinner.
Timelies all!
Sitting in Barnes and Noble. Not much going on here other than food. We just came from brunch at The Original Pancake House. Later we'll do an early dinner of Chinese food.
Huh, the brass manifold for my little drip irrigation system sheared off at the faucet. That seems like an odd point for spontaneous failure.
Oh well, one more reason to put in a new swamp cooler and re-do the watering system entirely.
I got an email this morning letting me know that I didn't get the job in The Hague. Merry Fucking Christmas.
Boo! Fuck The Hague! Which Hague? The Hague.