Oy, meara, what a pain!
Today's salad did not freeze, hooray! And I remembered my book. Much more successful lunch than yesterday, although my to do list tells me I was supposed to go out to lunch today (it's on there as a recurring event because I feel bad for not patronizing the local restaurants I like so much).
Go away yellowjacket! The perils of being on my laptop in the backyard. I am working on a WordPress lesson, at least. Maybe I should take a break and look up how to drive away wasps.
Update: interesting suggestion: hang up a crumpled brown paper bag, which wasps mistake for other wasp nests. So ridiculous I think I have to give it a try. Also, I have paper bags handy.
Update: interesting suggestion: hang up a crumpled brown paper bag, which wasps mistake for other wasp nests. So ridiculous I think I have to give it a try. Also, I have paper bags handy.
What's supposed to happen then?
OK, the paper bag is supposed to fake out the wasps into thinking that another nest has been established, and being quite territorial, they'll avoid the general area on general principle. Because evidently wasps are polite like that.
I need help justifying a hot fudge sundae as big as my head.
Justification: You want it.
There.
ED said that if (male) boss couldn't attend the arborist tomorrow, he wanted the (male) facilities manager to do so, because he wanted someone other than me (female) to be on hand.
It took me two days to remove the inferred sexism out of his demand and to see it as "I want one of these other two qualified staff to have glorified babysitting duty so that you can do your actual job that I trust only you to do". My knee-jerk pessimism strikes again and I wish I'd stop.