I don't know what the hell was going on. One of those coworkers had already spilled her wine over the table. It's been a rough fall at my job!
Willow ,'Showtime'
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Same here, Juliebird. By the time I've had an appetizer, or even a bit of bread and salad, I am done. At most a few bites of food and the rest goes home. If I don't have anything but dinner I know my limits and just divide it in half when I get the plate so I will have an even amount for the next meal.
Hm, I have a work happy hour planned for tomorrow. I'll be extra vigilant about spillage, I guess.
Let me be a lesson to you!
No happy hour here, just wiped. I barely managed not to stir a pot with one of the cat's insulin syringes (capped, but it was in my hand when I reached for the saucepan....)
It used to take me forever to figure out where downloaded things "went"(It sort of helps that Firefox has a folder for them, but nobody really explained it cause I used to have somebody just "Let me do that!" and now he's gone. I've learned a lot, considering, but my math problems are not a great loss to women in STEM.
Yesterday I had an empty cat food can in one hand and a glass of fresh water in the other. I dropped the cat food can in the regular trash and poured the glass of water into the recycling bin instead of the cat's water bowl.
Oh, I have accidentally used insulin syringes for a bunch of things. Including stabbing myself. Though that was unintended too.
Packed but for toiletries and the stuff still in use.
Soon to warmer climes and twins!
Job transition options~ma, shrift!
I had my monthly book group tonight, which was lovely. One thing about unemployment--I'm sure getting the books read. Anyway, the host had this sort of cashew brittle with chili and lime. It was a perfect blend of sweet and hot and salty-sour. So good.
Have a great trip, sarameg!
This Claude Fuller, Matt? [link]
That's the one, Calli. I found out on a walking tour today that he went on a tear to clean up the criminal element of the city in the early 20th century and got jumped and stabbed for his trouble, resulting in the sheriff of the time beating the crap out of the brothel owner responsible and chasing his whole operation out of town.
In other news, this is somehow a less than shocking revelation: [link]