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Rule numbah one of friendship with moi. If I'm shopping for clothes I would never, ever, EVER wear on my own because some function of yours requires me to break out of my strange little clothing world, you do not get to pour the nearest shaker of salt in the wound and ask my size. *sniffle* It's rude. Or something. Also, when the you in question has a big mouth, we don't really go throwing around numbers like that. Mmkay?
Now, because it wouldn't be fair to bitch without props, we'll move on to that. I should point out that I really should have buckled down and done this earlier. However, I'm lazy, and also, I hate dress shopping when it needs to be done. Example? Yesterday I was distracted by all sorts of dresses that would be completely no help for this at all. Enough that I was thinking, "Hmm, $112 isn't too bad for such a lovely... wait, damn it! Bridesmaid dress first."
( Out of respect for your eyes. )
Meh. The dog chewed through the phone line so I have to make sure I buy another one the next time I go to Target. Or maybe work has the right length. I have the AC cranked up too high, so I'm gonna go to bed now that I'm nice and frozen. And for those paying attention at home, I did inquire about the paycheck malfunction. In an attempt to fix it, another error was made, so I have to wait until tomorrow for the fix. I'm also weird and reminded of this because when I briefly explained the "I, uh, seem to be missing a day?" situation, I ended with a joking, "Don't kill me." Which I think came out "don't hit me" but still joking. Yeah, apparently I'm still the only person who finds threats of violence funny. Come on, people, funny...? Meh.
Remind me that I need more work shirts. The kicker about that, is that if I'm still around come this fall, they'll be giving us uniform shirts. Like photo gets to wear, only not yellow.
Cass seems to have died, so really, time to read some Dresden and sleep. Wait! Jackie's due in early September and they think it's another girl. Now I'm gone.
Now, because it wouldn't be fair to bitch without props, we'll move on to that. I should point out that I really should have buckled down and done this earlier. However, I'm lazy, and also, I hate dress shopping when it needs to be done. Example? Yesterday I was distracted by all sorts of dresses that would be completely no help for this at all. Enough that I was thinking, "Hmm, $112 isn't too bad for such a lovely... wait, damn it! Bridesmaid dress first."
( Out of respect for your eyes. )
Meh. The dog chewed through the phone line so I have to make sure I buy another one the next time I go to Target. Or maybe work has the right length. I have the AC cranked up too high, so I'm gonna go to bed now that I'm nice and frozen. And for those paying attention at home, I did inquire about the paycheck malfunction. In an attempt to fix it, another error was made, so I have to wait until tomorrow for the fix. I'm also weird and reminded of this because when I briefly explained the "I, uh, seem to be missing a day?" situation, I ended with a joking, "Don't kill me." Which I think came out "don't hit me" but still joking. Yeah, apparently I'm still the only person who finds threats of violence funny. Come on, people, funny...? Meh.
Remind me that I need more work shirts. The kicker about that, is that if I'm still around come this fall, they'll be giving us uniform shirts. Like photo gets to wear, only not yellow.
Cass seems to have died, so really, time to read some Dresden and sleep. Wait! Jackie's due in early September and they think it's another girl. Now I'm gone.
