Thanks again for the kitty~ma, all.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Buffista Holiday Card Exchange!
Basic rules:
1. Sign up by filling out the form.
2. Cards that are sent can be purchased or handmade, but should include a brief personal message (and not just a signature). Sometimes people include bookmarks, stickers, etc, but it is no way mandatory.
3. Select how many cards you would like to exchange from the ticky box. You will be matched up with the number you choose.
4. USians, let me know if international mail is okay for you to send or if you only want to send domestically (getting to the post office is challenging!)
5. Are religious cards okay for you or would prefer secular greetings only? Let me know and I'll let your exchangees know.
6. Your address and info will be only shared with your exchange partners UNLESS you opt in to the whole group list.
7. Some people are overachievers and send mail to more than their selected folks. If you want a copy of the everyone who opted into the whole group list, let me know and I will send that.
8. Cutoff for signups will be November 27 (the day before Thanksgiving) and cutoffs to send will be January 6, 2020.
9. Sometimes life happens and cards get forgotten. If you are willing to be a back up on 1-2 extra cards, can you let know? That way if someone doesn't get anything, we can get it covered.
To sign up: [link]
My lower back decided to get a headstart on my 41st birthday tomorrow by spasming and locking up this afternoon when I had the audacity to bend over and pick something up from the ground. I'm mobile now, but everything hurts.
It's way too cold outside.
Also, when I got to work this morning, I had a moment of panic because I couldn't remember closing my garage door when I left. I mentioned it to a coworker who lives around the corner from me (just, like, "I'm too spacey to remember if I closed the garage door or not, but at least in our neighborhood and in this weather I don't really need to worry too much about someone using it to break into my house,"), and he was like, "Oh, my neighbor is at home. I'll text him and ask him to walk over and check." So that was really nice. (And I had not, in fact, left the door open.)
It's way too cold outside.
Agreed. This weather is bullshit.
There should not be snow before my birthday, and my birthday isn't until tomorrow.
And the wind chill this far south just shouldn't be in the single digits at all.
Ugh. Up already in that too-early-to-wake/too-late-to-fall-back-asleep dead zone. The stress of accounting and auditing the invite list and basically goddamn everything about the holiday party at work is going to fucking kill me. What a colossally, fantastically stupid way to die.
Just got in from taking the dog out to pee.
It's colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra.
JZ, we will not suffer your sacrifice for a party.
I'm going to talk with my manager and my counterpart about it. She's underutilized for sure (tbh, she's mostly forgotten, for a variety of reasons too complicated to type on a phone) and something needs to change about this whole miserable dynamic.
This was going to be my year to just sit it out and be a guest, dammit.
Happy belated birthday, Jessica!
Happy birthday, Hil!
Loving the cool weather here.