Timelies all!
Happy Belated Birthday, Hec!
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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.
Timelies all!
Happy Belated Birthday, Hec!
You'd at least think they'd give more notice for a pay schedule change like that.
After an hour of staring at photos and saying "WTF?," they announced the men's open winner. He won by .009 second. I know you were all holding your collective breaths.
Wow! That's wild, Ginger.
Seems like a douchebag move by your employer, Pix. A couple of them, actually. Certainly not obvious how either one will benefit the school, much less the students, as much as they will cause trouble for the faculty.
I managed to sleep in until 10:30 today, with help from the white noise of the AC and Ethan keeping the kids more or less quietly occupied in the living room. BLISS. Then I went into a cleaning frenzy and wound up cleaning our bedroom (OH MY GOD HOW WERE WE NOT DEAD FROM DUST MITES) and both bathrooms. Since it's raining, I may as well go ahead and take care of the kitchen after lunch too.
K-Bug, CJ, Jack, and I all participated in the local parade. Jack did fantastic. After, we walked around the fair a bit and visited with the rescue place where we got Jack.
Now we are all hot and tired. We have no fireworks plans other than staying home and maybe catching some on tv. Jack hasn't been thrilled with the amateur fireworks these last few night.
Hec, where did you post explaining about Rio here and on FB
Hec, where did you post explaining about Rio here and on FB
ita's thread, I think? Because that's when everybody started friending her on FB.
Hmmm, I'm not seeing it there...
I think it was one of the TV threads.
I went to the local 7-Eleven to get a drink. A guy who's started there recently, who's probably young enough to be my son, said "3.99, sweetheart." He's said it to me before, but today was one irk too many. "I'm not your sweetheart," I said firmly as I ran my card. He pouted: "I'm just being friendly." "I'm still not your sweetheart." "I try to say it to all the women." "And I bet most of them are annoyed." I finished punching in my numbers, and he said, "Would you like your receipt, ma'am?" "No, thank you." The guy who had previously been in line, who had previously said something about getting out of the way for the young lady (me), was staring at me, utterly baffled. I just went on my way.
I'm sure I came off as unfriendly, but maybe an iota of thought will go through his head.