Going way back, my network is called velvet. I live near a MalcolmReynolds, but can't find them.
If you ever find TheVirusFactory, that's CFerg.
Oh, and I think my phone's WIFI network is called The Impala. It used to be WinchesterBros.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Going way back, my network is called velvet. I live near a MalcolmReynolds, but can't find them.
If you ever find TheVirusFactory, that's CFerg.
Oh, and I think my phone's WIFI network is called The Impala. It used to be WinchesterBros.
Is it supposed to be short for fetching?
It's from the movie Mean Girls. I don't think it's meant to be short for fetching.
My attitude has gone right downhill -- I was having a nice Uber run, until I realized that my 4 hours of driving (with time out for lunch, so call it 3.5) netted just over $60, so there's Uber's cut, and gas money. Verdict: weekday mornings, not so much, at least after 10 AM. Or I can go over to the Backbay/downtown and see how much I can churn with short trips.
I read an article that, in the spirit of the season, the mayor of Seattle pardoned a holiday tofurkey.
Timelies all!
Gary seems to have gotten some form of con crud, so we are staying home from practice.
(Someone was going to say it. I wanted it to be me.)
You are streets ahead, Tep.
Someone give her meowmeowbeenz.
I have to pack tonight, and my packing list includes a swimsuit because my mom thinks it's a great idea to go to an indoor water park this weekend because her grandchildren will like it even though we are celebrating HER birthday.
It's winter, mom. I do not want to wear a swimsuit right now unless I'm vacationing somewhere tropical.
Welp, after charging the jumper thingy all day, I hooked it up the battery and the car still wouldn't start. So I called my dad for advice, and realized that the place that put in this battery was about to close anyway, and was generally disheartened, but I kept jiggling the cables and trying the starter and eventually it did start. So now my parents are coming out to loan me their truck while we figure out what to with my car. Which is still running in my driveway because I am afraid if I turn it off it will never start again.
Supposed to be getting ready to watch football, dammit.
Cars can be such a PITA. May yours decide to cooperate, -t.
I just realized that all I've had to eat today was a PBJ sandwich and a couple small cookies this morning, and that might have something to do with why I've been feeling like shit. I still have zero appetite, though, so I'm opting for mac-and-cheese comfort food.
Gonna watch Jeopardy and see if I can beat the contestants at Final Jeopardy, my nightly ritual.