'Beneath You'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
"Today is Friday, July 1, and I can't take your call." "Today is Tuesday, July 5, and I can't take your call." How is that useful?
Yeah, that's ridiculous. I don't even update my vm to let people know when it's my regular day off. Or my email, for that matter.
Frankly, there just aren't that many emergencies in what I do: 99% of the time, it can wait until I'm back in the office.
Facebook is being wonky for me, btw.
Facebook is being wonky for me, btw.
Me too.
Not that many people call me. I'd be leaving more messages than there would be people listening to it.
The cafe gave me a free mango smoothie because I complained the last one tasted too much like raspberries. This one is better, but still isn't hitting the mango spot.
Fluevog is having a sale. That means I get to buy shoes, right?
I'm trying to decide if the shoes I want not being on sale is a good thing. It probably is. But they're so cute! [link]
Oh Lordy do I want these. [link] I don't even wear heels!
Those are pretty. But things without electronics shouldn't cost that much.
Those are very cute. All the shoes I like that are on sale don't seem to be available in my size. Probably to the good, on the whole.
Oh, man, yeah, I really want those green ones and would even contemplate that sale price (...more than I"ve paid for shoes, but it starts to look reasonable when the others are so much more!). But they only have them in size 10.5, sadness.
I am the Bird Whisperer. I'm laying on the couch and the girls are outside playing in the hose. They keep coming in and out and I keep reminding them to shut the door. But it must not have mattered, because oh look! A BIRD IN MY HOUSE. I do not want a bird in my house. I asked him nicely to go elsewhere, but he would not go. So after he was chased by Elliot the cat who was totally thinking, "DIBS! DIBS! I CALL DIBS!", I caught him and took him outside to release him. Only he would not *be* released. He just kept clinging to my hand. So I took him over to the pond and put him on a oak tree.
Good heavens.