In other news, my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001. Wow.
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
Man, I was all Fuck Yeah New Pope!
Well, he IS probably a non-native English speaker, so you never know.
Jilli, I have an ask and a say for your adorable husband (he doesn't lurk, right--you'll paraphrase to make me look better, because I can't resist that temptation for shit...anyway).
He usually says "Thank you" while looking a smidge uncomfortable, because his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question. Because he's a doofus.
Sleeping: some sort of pjs (white cotton Victorian-esque nightgowns for the win!), top sheet, LOTS of blankets. I really like the weight of lots of blankets. And sometimes socks and armwarmers, because our bedroom has no insulation and is like an icebox in the winter.
In typical ham-handed fashion, my pay-check-payer 'required' attendance on a conference call, however provided an insufficient number of spaces, or whatever you call them.
It's about a reorg in which they clearly have no fucking clue what they are doing.
As demonstrated.
my boss just told me he was in seventh grade in 2001.
Whippersnapper!
To Amy and sarameg, I can only offer a hearty "yikes."
his instinct is to point out the things he doesn't like about the piece of art in question
Best Validation Ever.
I mean, clearly he's emulatable...
2001?!? Good god. Does that make him old enough to have graduated high school? Kids these days. :)
It is SNOWING in Seattle. Mind you it's not sticking, but STILL. WTF. We hardly get snow, why is it doing it in late March??
Yikes doesn't even cover it.
Not that it matters! I am young at heart! Or something.
Argh. So Dad called at 11PM last night, and basically he can't do this anymore. He can't be Mom's full-time caregiver; for one thing, she really can't walk at all, and must be muscled into the bathroom and to bed by two strong staff-members.
So I'm going over there this afternoon for a meeting to figure out what to do. We might end up separating them, I think...