Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
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I'm sorry, MM -- I think that's when her husband had another stroke, so she may have put off dealing with it and then, knowing her, completely forgotten about it. I'll poke her to see if she's still interested the next time she's in Michigan. Honestly, I thought she'd already talked to you and taken care of it!
Thanks, all! She is kind of made of win, if just a WEE bit intimidating to grow up with.
think that's when her husband had another stroke, so she may have put off dealing with it and then, knowing her, completely forgotten about it.
Whups. I didn't know her husband had a stroke. Now I feel like an asshole.
No, we never got it taken care of. We were scheduling calls to talk about scheduling, kind of thing, and then she never called back.
Don't sweat yourself over it, I just wondered what was goin' on.
Whups. I didn't know her husband had a stroke. Now I feel like an asshole.
Of course you didn't know, how could you? I mean, if he'd DIED, then maybe I'd have been kind of snitty about it, but then again I'd also have mentioned it! I'm just saying that's perhaps why she didn't get in touch with you.
Is snitty a word?
No worries at all, and I'm glad you mentioned it. I take no position on your possible assholitude, but this is certainly no reason for it.
I take no position on your possible assholitude, but this is certainly no reason for it.
My assholitude is firmly established in precedent and history.
I will, however, accept your statement that this matter has nothing whatsoever to do with the aforementioned assholitude and, unless future events present a need for reevaluation, will have nothing to do with my assholitude.
she's fighting with me about having to take a nap, after sleeping for about 30 minutes. does this mean she's headed towards better?
Maybe also the nice Publisher's Clearinghouse people will show up at my door with a giant check.
I hear the phrase "the day compares" as a kind of existential sigh.
I'm off to sell some CDs because we have no moneys. I was able to scrape Emmett's lunch money today together out of belly lint and match sticks and bus tokens. Tomorrow: there will be blood (donations). Or not.
t bangs head on desk repeatedly
Honey...don't do that.
Bang your boss' head on the desk.
t puts pillow on Aims's desk