Office Work.......

[AK Michelle]

Good thing I have that wild natural curly hair that always looks a little - uh - unkempt. Now I blend with all the other wind-swept wonders around here.

 

[wegotchickens]

Margarita is healing!!!

Duh! Beaner's been saying that for ages.....

 

[NellaBean]

Mmmmmmmargarita. I bought a new corkscrew at lunch. Wine here I come......

One of my sales reps sent me a GIANT tin of popcorn. Like. I could murder 3 babies, stuff them in there and still have room for cat litter and baking soda. It is THAT BIG.

 

[AK Michelle]

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Well.... uh... that is quite the visual. Thank you for that.


How many parts of the ex-husband can I fit in there?

 

[NellaBean]

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Well.... uh... that is quite the visual. Thank you for that.


How many parts of the ex-husband can I fit in there?

I think it depends on how small you cut the pieces.......I would guess if he was chopped into relatively small hunks, you could fit about a third of body in here. Definitely could fit the head, hands and feet

 

[wegotchickens]

No one sends me anything and no one shares what they get sent around here, unless it's something that spoils quickly (I got pizza today woo woo).
Yet another reason I feel unappreciated.

The owner is still giving me crappy looks. I am returning them. This story can only have an unhappy ending.

DH insists it's Christmas stress. DH better get a clue before we get home tonight lest some of this crap rolls down onto him.


Today I talked to our cell phone rep. The lead guy in the shop came to me last week saying his internal earpiece speaker wasn't working, and I suggested he take it to a repair shop. He didn't like that answer and walked off. Two days later he comes in saying 'something fell on it' and now the front glass is shattered. Um, sorry dude, you still gotta take it to the repair center. And even when I do get another back up phone for such idiocy, the 1000 pics of his grandson will be lost if he doesn't take his cell phone to an authorized dealer/ repair shop.

I'll bet he's out looking for something bigger to drop on the stupid phone, and then he'll cry because his pics were lost, and it will be all my fault for not dropping everything and moving heaven and earth to save the photos of his 'little man' on the stupid phone.

A long time ago I had a button that said "I'm surrounded by idiots". It's a good thing a friend got it confiscated already, long ago. I'd be in deeper doo-doo, otherwise. Jon borrowed it and then wore it to work on one of the days that the people from 'the institute' were there to help assemble products where he worked. His HR person yanked it off his shirt so fast he took some of the shirt with it.

 

[wegotchickens]

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Well.... uh... that is quite the visual. Thank you for that.


How many parts of the ex-husband can I fit in there?

I think it depends on how small you cut the pieces.......I would guess if he was chopped into relatively small hunks, you could fit about a third of body in here. Definitely could fit the head, hands and feet

I think it depends on the ex. Mine would've filled the can with one leg.....

 

[NellaBean]

If you own chickens, you only need to hide the body temporarily. Just throw a hunk out every day and it should be gone in no time.

 

[NellaBean]

Lori, once again I think we need to get together. Just think, if we channeled our combined hate and rage together we could melt the snow all over eastern tennessee. Ice Storm? No worries, Lori and NellaStranglella are here to warm the cockles of your hearts with the power of their anger.

 

[wegotchickens]

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That is a good idea. I'd like to enact it.

But after I finish here, I have to go home and help make double batches of choc chip cookies and coconut oatmeal crisps. Then I'm going to try making a kuku or nuesse of some sort. Then we'll watch Survivor (family night) as a single tray of cookies bakes.

Tomorrow, after work (if I can get there) we'll bake massive amounts of cookies for DD's school friends and DH's coworkers. Unless school is cancelled for Friday, in which case baking massively is post-poned until Sunday (which was supposed to be Dollywood day so I can get a kettle corn fix).

Friday I was supposed to go to a memorial service after work, for a friend's 23-year old son who dropped dead last Friday. But now it seems the concert that had to be cancelled last night might be held Friday night. So either way, I'm booked for Friday.

Saturday is a dear friend's holiday party. She would seriously get her feelings hurt if we didn't go, but you could join us if you want. She lives in East Nowhere, Sevier County. It's an adventure getting there. But lots of wine will be available, including a bottle with a rooster on the label. DH hates taking his van there, but has to unless he wants to be driven home by a tipsy me

He doesn't drive my car...

I'm not sure yet what after work event will attack me on the 20th, but it will be something for sure. There's always something. Tuesday is DD's piano lesson, unless the Friday night band concert has to be postponed. Again.

My life is always like this. I open future months in my calendar and they are clean and ink free. But by the time I actually get to any given month it is all inked up and booked solid. January looks wide open right now, except for Monday night orchestra and Tuesday night piano, plus a GA poultry show on the 15th, and an Ice Bears game on the 28th. But next week it will get all cluttered up with appointments and events and will never look as clean and pretty as it does right now. Which reminds me.... January 10th is DD's orthodontic appointment, and the 4th is her birthday. And the 13th is my sister's birthday.



Yikes. It tires me out just thinking about all of this stuff!