Here there be rambling.
This afternoon was pretty damn great. And that scares me, because Mr. Murphy still owes me a kick in the ass, and it was a Monday. He's gotta have something really bad planned.
It was warm out today. T-shirt weather. I took a walk this morning just because it felt so good outside (my walks are usually motivated by a desire to postpone committing a homicide until the witnesses disperse).
It was a good work day. I got a lot done. Then the UK guys got back to us, and not only were they receptive to the features I requested... they had anticipated them and designed ahead for them. So not only was their answer a rather out-of-character yes, it was a yes, and would you like to supersize your order for an additional fifteen cents?
I stopped by Target on my way home to pick up a DVD set for a friend of mine. I'm really shitty at giving gifts at holiday seasons, so when I see something that makes me think of someone, I usually pick it up right then and give it to them. Actually, that's probably why I'm so bad at giving gifts at holiday season: I can't hang onto a gift once I've purchased it. It's okay, though. I've embraced it. I call them Happy Today Presents and just hand them out.
Where was I? Oh, yes. The internet. It has porn and lolcats. And porn. It has to have surpassed sliced bread as the greatest human accomplishment by now.
No, wait... DVDs. Right. I knew Blue was a fan of the show, so after I made sure she didn't have them already, I picked them up on the way home. Stopped by Target, nicked in, grabbed the last set they had, and cashed out. I was feeling kinda bouncy on my way out, 'cause it's always fucking awesome when you get someone something you know they'll like, so I was whistling my way back to my car.
I got out into the cars and someone started calling to me to get my attention. I turned to look, and this little old black lady in a motorized scooter was trying to wave me down. I walked over to see what she needed, and it turned out that she'd bought a big case of bottled water, and couldn't get it into her car's trunk by herself. No idea why the asshats at Target didn't offer to help her, when it was pretty obvious she couldn't lift the damn things herself, but whatev.
Hey, I used teenager slang from a couple years ago that's totally out of style. I'm officially old.
So I helped the lady lift the water into her trunk, and then talked to her for a few minutes afterward, and she was the most charming little old woman I think I've ever met. I was grinning ear-to-ear for an hour or two after.
Whatever's headed my way is going to be nasty.
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You left out the part where the little old lady had a big old guy named Bubba sitting in the back seat who proceeded to pull you into the car and have his way with you :)
Seriously glad to hear things are looking up for you.
Dude, that Coma Sutra shirt is so wrong...yet so right.
<3 T-shirt Hell
If your other shoe is anything like mine then it won't so much drop as it will kick you in the balls. Protect your jewels, man.
Could you hire someone to protect your jewels? Just a random body guard for that "certain part of the male anatomy." Hm...would it have to be a midgets?
I think it would be easier to hire someone willing to catch a bullet for you than to take a mancheck for you. Though if it's a midget you could just carry him around and thrust him into harm's way when you needed to.
Damn it, I miss all the good parties.
You miss all the good parties.
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