Matt will certainly be missed around here. I have greatly enjoyed reading his work over the years, and I wish our token ginger editor the very best of luck in all his future endeavors. Godspeed.
Its just Friday!
I think its pineapple on the tow motor and a barge full of carrot, but, I like those things, so I chose the food that frightens me most, and thats meat load.
Its not particularly hot (unless youre into white blouses). Youre just feeling FRIDAY.
You can load that tow motor with all the meat loaf you want, I still am not eating it.
I have a bright red satin bowtie that I wear with a plain white blouse and a black (skirted) suit. I get compliments on how "cool/hip" it is. We ladies can have a lot more fun with fashion than men can. Poor devils.
It always makes me laugh when someone calls me the voice of reason here. When a woman is the most reasonable person around, something is just wrong. ;)
I was called and selected for jury duty, so my (former) employer made a rule for JUST MY POSITION (I was the only one who was in that position in the whole company) that I would not be paid the difference between jury duty and my regular pay. No one else would (could) do my job while I was away, and having a potential for a large income loss, I told the judge I could not serve, and he was NOT pleased, but dismissed me understanding what a financial hit this would cause me. I would have been willing to serve (it would have been a vacation for me), but not at the risk of financial ruin if the trial (cap murder) had gone on for months. Many employers expect their employees to serve jury duty and then come in after hours and do their work too. Its not always our fault.
Meaning I wont see it before it eats me? Thats probably true. Actually they are still around some property that my parents inherited deep in the mointains, so its more likely than you might imagine that I may some day run into one. Hopefully not a hungry one.
Its a beautiful creature, but, not one I want to meet in the dark woods. I prefer keeping my illusion of being at the top of the food chain and meeting an animal that views me as "dinner" is unnerving, to say the least.
It doesnt set well in my gut either.
Then I am (gladly) a no one, as I dont even send 10 a year. If more than "yes" or "no" is needed to communicate a message to me, just call me.
Said snack would have to come in pairs and would sell faster than they can make them.
(I actually read on Giz about a snack was gummy bears shaped as nipples, so anything is possible.)
LOL. Thanks; I feel better.
That made more sense after I saw the image. ;)
Yes, I am all in agreement with that, I just really don't want to be called them.
I have a girl (thank heaven*) but I know what kids do to any piece of furniture.
*I knew I was probably only going to get to have one, and I wanted a girl, so I plotted to have a girl and did all the stuff they tell you to do to have a girl, etc, and it worked.
Toots, maybe, but, I would really rather not be called a body part unless its Brain or something that's not sexually oriented.
I really miss the days when people thought I was a guy.....
Except for the crayon all over it, the dings from wild child play, tooth marks, and the ever clinging diaper smell, etc.
Right back at me, WHAT???
