Not going into the office. I did make myself avocado toast with bacon and feta for breakfast.
We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history.
Jonathan ,'Touched'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
Dana - Mar 29, 2022 7:02:34 am PDT #14158 of 30000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Jessica - Mar 29, 2022 7:07:58 am PDT #14159 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Not going into the office. I did make myself avocado toast with bacon and feta for breakfast.
Two excellent choices.
Tom Scola - Mar 29, 2022 8:41:27 am PDT #14160 of 30000
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Steph L. - Mar 29, 2022 8:43:10 am PDT #14161 of 30000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
In other words, if the AARP has been bugging you to join, go get that second booster!
DavidS - Mar 29, 2022 9:04:08 am PDT #14162 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Fucking hell. I get a text this morning at 8:15 saying "We're here."
I don't recognize the number. Turns out it's the window guys at the new house.
Except: there's been a total breakdown in communication and the tenants haven't been alerted that the window guys need to be in their units, I had no idea it was happening this morning and they don't have the primer they need.
Just a mad scramble FUBAR before I've had Second Coffee.
Laura - Mar 29, 2022 9:13:57 am PDT #14163 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Not going into the office. I did make myself avocado toast with bacon and feta for breakfast.
Shiny!
Good grief, Hec. Not the way to start the day.
DavidS - Mar 29, 2022 9:24:24 am PDT #14164 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Good grief, Hec. Not the way to start the day.
I need more coffee if there's going to be a crisis! It's only fair. Crises need to wait in line outside the door until the light flashes "Second Coffee" and then they may enter and commence.
-t - Mar 29, 2022 9:31:21 am PDT #14165 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Well done, Dana!
Not so well done window guys. To be fair, if crises were mannerly and waited until you were ready for them they would hardly be being true to their essential natures.
I am in the office despite REALLY not wanting to get out of bed this morning. I don't have a charging cable for my phone, though, so that's suboptimal. And my granola bar breakfast didn't take so I had a second breakfast of a turkey sandwich out of the vending machine and those are never as tasty as I expect them to be. Filling, though, so it's doing its job, I suppose.
sj - Mar 29, 2022 10:26:17 am PDT #14166 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Definitely not a great way to start your day, Hec. I hope you were able to get it all worked out.
DavidS - Mar 29, 2022 12:20:36 pm PDT #14167 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Definitely not a great way to start your day, Hec. I hope you were able to get it all worked out.
It continued to remain FUBAR for several more hours and I just told Matilda to present me with no new problems until I've had a shower.
I ran to the local hardware store to get oil based grey exterior primer. Simple enough, right? They're out. He can tint the white primer grey. Okay. Oops, his machine malfunctioned and dumped too much colorant into the paint ruining the only gallon of oil-based primer he had. (Thanks, supply chain issues.)
He said he could try to get some of the colorant out and see how light he could make it. I said I was going to the cafe next door to get a breakfast sandwich and would be back in a few. When I came back he was gone. Nowhere in sight.
So I left to the next nearest hardware store. The clerk looks perplexed. "Is this contractor from out of state? Because you can't sell oil based primer in gallons in California."
I shrug. I don't fucking know. I'm just doing what he said. I don't understand why he didn't buy the fucking primer and charge me like any sensible contractor.
"Well, says the clerk," still very perplexed, "I have four quarts of oil based primer I could tint grey."
Okay! "And I can pour them into an empty gallon bucket."
"Then, let's do that, shall we?"
Get to the new house where I've had to roust the tenants without prior warning, and my contractor is leaning out the top window removing trim. He tells me to take the primer to the backyard where they are painting.
Okay, but now I'm going to pin him down on the next time I need to be there. I won't be ambushed again! So, Tennessee Dave, when will you be back?
"Oh, I don't know. Whenever they tell me the frames are ready."
Great.