I'm sorry, Tom. I hope that it is a good sign and that next year will be easier. Civil Service title?
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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.
Ah, nothing like waking up on Monday to a clusterfuck that other people are trying to push off on you even though it wasn't your fault and would have been avoided by them just following the goddamned instructions for once.
I'm sorry you had a rough day, Tom.
I'm lying on the bed naked because it's still in the high 80s and we don't have AC. It's only going down to the high 70s tonight. It won't be fun. The DH hasn't wanted to buy an AC unit because it usually cools down at night, but I may just have to stomp out to Lowe's tomorrow and pick one up.
Raise your hand if you think Scrappy's husband doesn't want to buy an AC unit, because when she's hot, she lies naked on the bed.
but I may just have to stomp out to Lowe's tomorrow and pick one up.
Good call :)
Perhaps Scrappy should counter that chilly means snuggled under the covers and cuddling close for warmth?
DH came up to bed and remarked "Nice outfit!" We just got back from Best Buy with two AC units and installed them. First world problem solved!
Yay!
This Fathers Day was a little more rough than usual for me. Which I guess is a sign that I'm disassociating and/or repressing less, and maybe a good thing?
It sucks when progress is measured by distress. And I *do* think it's a sign of progress for you, and progress is a good thing. But making progress can be hard as hell. It should be easier, damn it.
Y'all, I don't know why this just popped into my head, but there was a guy in my band yesterday wearing actual wooden clogs. Wooden clogs!
I can't stop looking at Twitter, but I feel like I'm going to lose my mind if I don't stop looking at Twitter.