Our mailperson would probably pry open the door and lure the animals out on purpose if she thought of it. Maybe set off some firecrackers to make sure they ran far.
My neighborhood is served by what is known to be one of the worst post offices in the city (and this is Chicago, so the bar is pretty low), and our actual person is the fucking worst. About once a year she decides that our mailboxes are unsafe and we get no mail at all for a month. Other times she just randomly shoves shit into whoevers mailbox is closest. My last Amazon package took two weeks of back and forth to get to me from the first time she left a "could not deliver" notice instead of just leaving it by the fucking back door like usual.
First Person: In defense of 'Happy Days' ' 'Jump the Shark' episode
(The writer of the episode defends it.)
That's why, when I first heard the phrase and found out what it meant, I was incredulous. Then my incredulity turned into amazement. I started thinking about the thousands of television shows that had been on the air since the medium began. And out of all of those, the "Happy Days" episode in which Fonzie jumps over a shark is the one to be singled out? This made no sense.
Yeah, whatever.
I dunno - for me, it was the combo of Fonzie + leather jacked + jumping the shark = teh suck.
Tonight's swim was ...
bracing.
Normally they post the pool temp, but didn't today. I asked the guard what it really was and he said grimly "You really don't want to know." Hah. (This was after my swim.) Figured it will be a bit before the temps get back to their normal operating temp... Nice to be back at my pool.
I think I just witnessed the douchiest display ever to not involve Affliction, Axe or Ed Hardy. Dude (and I mean that in the dudebro sense) with a popped collar polo and a backwards hat just offered the hottest girl in the bar "an opportunity to sit on [his] left knee." I am officially appalled. I knew The Vine was open to all, but really, can't we have *some* standards?
Did she kick him in the balls? Did
someone
kick him in the balls?
I was too busy throwing up in my mouth a bit. Really, I apparently made a face and my tablemates were all "bad shot?"
Boy survived his 45 minutes locked out of the house. Didn't do a dash of homework, of course.
KCD's gf is throwing him a surprise b-day part next weekend. Both CJ and I have been invited. Is a goofy b-day card from me enough? I'll make sure CJ has a prezzie for him. I just am not sure what is too much and what is not enough. I'd consider declining and making sure CJ got there, but I like the gf and know some of the other people who will be there.
Cashmere, in my limited Soda Club experience, I would recommend getting a model that has a lever vs. a button. I have the button variety and believe it is not as efficient as the lever.
I've been counting my output and am consistently getting fewer bottles per cylinder than advertised, so I consulted an expert. She blamed the button. Less consistent pressure = more waste.
