Captain Yesterday Smurf |
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Of course, the hard part is trying to get dressed successfully at this time of day.
"First underwear... And then pants... That doesn't sound right... And now there's a shirt involved... And why is there only two socks, according to the Red Hot Chili Peppers Guide To Fashion I should have three socks..."
Freehold DM |
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Blergh. Today is determined to kill me by millimeters. >.<
Somehow a factory recall and an oil change (should take an hour) turned into a major service that cost ten times what we had planned (it's fine, just yet more credit card debt we would rather not have) that took over four hours. I mean, at least I had an audiobook to listen to. And I did finish knitting a sock. But I had the grumpy service dude who hated that every time he came back to me with something else that needed done I made him explain exactly what it was and why it was necessary before I would approve the work, and then at the end had the gall to pull out a coupon. How dare I be an informed customer! :P
Got home, ate lunch, went to pick up kidlet, and then he showed up after major conflicts with two separate teachers. We split up the emails. I get to write one and my husband gets to write one. I get the photography teacher who is giving him a hard time about asking for clarification on assignments because he needs to be told something directly and can't infer information easily. (New year, new round of emails to remind his teachers that high functioning doesn't mean he isn't still autistic and does actually need those accommodations) and my husband gets to email the teacher who didn't intervene when his classmate was screaming insults and threats at him in class. Yes, the kidlet can be annoying sometimes, but that's no excuse not to stop her from behaving like that. It at least deserved a verbal reprimand. Not impressed.
And the maintenance guys never showed up today to look at the broken stove. It's our only old appliance. We've had to have all the others replaced. It's only been a matter of time. But in the meantime I can't cook at home. Well, I can use the deep fryer. And the grill. And the microwave. So I can get by until it's repaired/replaced, but not easily. Cooking in the deep fryer is a whole production, I'm crap at the grill, and we're not much for microwave dinners. I bake or pan fry practically everything I make. Which is...
Returns home with NobodysHome's Prius
goes to FAWTL
reads post
sighs
returns to Prius
sets coordinates for laundromat down the street from Lynora's house
sleeps during trip, wakes up upon arrival
cleans ninja outfit on gentle cycle, dries on air dry cycle
changes in bathroom at laundromat
returns to Prius
drives to Lynora's house
flips in through kitchen window
repairs stove, oven
makes breakfast under cover of darkness, with several options for potentially picky kidlet
writes angrier emails to irresponsible teachers in pre dawn light
leaves yarn thingie as calling card
does NOT break window on way out, uses door
drives over to grumpy service man's place, complains of problem with Prius
chocolate cakes him while he takes a look at Prius, unceremoniously dumps unconscious body on floor while relieving him of wallet
drives to lisamarlene's house, leaves fruit basket, extra yarn at door
drives to Nobodyshome's house
returns Prius
leaves chocolate cupcakes for Nobodyshome with detailed note expressing how they are for him and only him, and he should not eat cupcakes before operating vehicle, heavy machinery
uses money from grumpy service man to Uber home
Freehold DM |
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So my car is slowly accruing minor issues. I can still drive it, but I'd like to get a new car soon. A brand new car, for the first time ever! However, large purchases and large sums of money give me anxiety and I have a terrible habit of procrastinating until things get dire and then I make mistakes.
But my wife has really educated herself about money and credit, and is super excited about the idea of me getting a brand new car. (She got hers last year.) So she agreed to visit a dealership earlier this week to look at a particular car that I like. While there, the sales team sweet-talked her into signing some papers "Just to keep the car on the lot until TS finalizes the deal." Oh, and the dealership was kind enough to offer to deliver the car to my home so that I can test drive it.
My wife comes home, I start reading the paperwork that I had no idea she had signed, and one of them says something to the effect that "Upon delivery of this vehicle, you are obligated to buy it." >:( I text the saleswoman who had left me several messages by this point, to tell her in no uncertain terms that I have not agreed to buy this vehicle and do not come to my home. They do not deliver the car as they intended, so fair enough.
But then I talk to my wife last night, and she reminds me that her signature is on a bunch of paperwork, which may obligate her to take out a loan for a car she doesn't want. So today I call the dealership for the first time, and end up talking to the finances guy who helped sweet-talk her into signing. What. An. A$$##~%. My wife assures me that all the salespeople are very nice, and I'm sure they are when they think they're about to make a sweet sale. But this guy tried every trick in the book to avoid promising to tear up those documents, and to get me down to the dealership. Innocence, cajoling, stonewalling, mock outrage, even called me a liar. I ended up hanging up on him in the middle of his screed, and I never do that!
I am not a lawyer and I have no guarantee...
returns to fawtl after getting upstairs
reads post
curses loudly
ubers to Tequila Sunrises house
waves tiredly, asks for directions to dealership
goes to dealership
chocolate cakes sweet talking dealer while test driving new Prius
leaves his unconscious body by the roadside with signs on it indicating he loves drugs and hates priuses, is financially responsible for all priuses noted missing in the past 24 hours
relieves him of wallet
goes to Tequila Sunrise's house
delivers new Prius
enjoys small talk with Tequila Sunrise's new wife
samples her sweet tea/basil lemonade/local speciality beverage
nods appreciatively, ubers home with money from sweet talker
Limeylongears |
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I wear a lot of Scarfs
I wear a lot of Socks
But the socks normally stay on my hands where they were intended
and the scarfs round my necks
You guys are weird >.>
Tell us how many socks and scarves you generally wear at once.
Tell us also how many you wear on special occasions, like the Queen's birthday, the feast of St. Smegmastismus, or National Handwashing Week.
Chromantic Durgon <3 |
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socks, one pair, one for each hand, obviously, but they'll change throughout the day, don't wanna be caught wearing my casual socks to an evening event now do I? I'm no fool.
As for scarves, anywhere between one and three on a normal day, depending on if I want to wear other garments, or if I'd rather just use scarfs.
On special events I've been known to wear about 10, I looked like I had a big multi colored lions mane.
John Napier 698 |
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Sorry I haven't been here all day, but a friend on another thread, who suffers from debilitating headaches, has suggested that he might be better off not waking up. Spent all day trying to let any Paizo staffer know about this, so the authorities can do a safety and welfare check. I'm afraid that he may even try to harm himself, and everyone knows how I feel about certain types of self-harm.
gran rey de los mono |
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People seem to be having bad days. Maybe a corgi puppy encountering it's first tennis ball will cheer you up?
Vidmaster7 |
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People seem to be having bad days. Maybe a corgi puppy encountering it's first tennis ball will cheer you up?
Well thats flippin adorable. Its like the ball has a force field around it and the corgi is trying to break through.