Also, one of my team members screwed something up, but acknowledged it and worked to fix it, and I'm just so proud.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
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.
DavidS:
Right before a trio of teenage girls head to the cabin in the woods? Were there any mysterious and ominous pronouncements?
Right before a trio of teenage girls head to the cabin in the woods? Were there any mysterious and ominous pronouncements?
IDK, does "The Blood of the Lambs will awaken Our Lady of Darkness!" sound ominous to you?
Sounds like an average night on Twitter. Just make sure she packs a white wife-beater men's undershirt.
And no red sheets.
I got us signed up for Obamacare today. A GIGANTIC deductible, but we have no other options, since COBRA from my old job is going away. I'm substitute teaching and DH is a freelance writer. He makes more than I do, but no benefits.
Tim has been putting the lights on the tree for, cumulatively (between tonight and Wednesday night) 3 hours. I shit you not. It's only a 5-foot tree. I could put the lights on AND all the ornaments in under 2 hours if I was allowed to do it by myself. But he's obsessed with the way the light go on the tree. He is so goddamn meticulous about this.
I mean, I knew this when I married him, and if this is the worst thing about him, I'm damn lucky. Except for this time of year, when I want to kill him. (His dad and brothers are all the same way. WTF is so damn hard about putting lights on a fucking Christmas tree? I bet it takes less than 3 hours to put the lights on the tree at Rockefeller Center.)
I'm terribly particular about how the lights go on too. I've done the best I can fixing what my son did, but it isn't right. I have been adding decorations all week and still have another container or two to add. I put all my mom's stuff on, and now will add all mine. It will end up being completely loaded with a wide variety of ornaments. That will delight me. And I won't notice the light wires anymore.
My ears are still ringing from last night's show, which I didn't even think was that loud, so I finally broke down and ordered some ear plugs. We'll see!
My mom was meticulous about the lights, too. Except, after I was 12 or so she wouldn't do it, she'd have me do it and then tell me how I was doing it wrong. Over and over and over.
Oh, wow, full body rage flashback.
Happy holidays!
Yeah. Anyway, my new Christmas tradition is putting the lights on however I damn well please. It makes my inner 12-year-old quite content.