Fucking kids these days...<snip> put the poncho on the pooch this morning or she wasn't leaving the house.
a lot of us have bdays 2nd week of octoberMost important day of the year today. Hmpff.
Ummm, did you already consume a few??but there are literally mushrooms floating in the air. I was nearly run off the road this morning by an Italian plumber with a red shirt, trying to eat them and grow taller.
My old local trail would be infested with these little bastards this time of year. I'd run through so many webs I had to pedal to go downhill. Industrious little fellows would generally have another web back up by the time I looped back on the same trail. Quickly learned that those little spikes hurt if I tried to brush them off and was better off leaving them to their own business if I got one on me.
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This.I don't know what that is. But if it ever touched me in any way. I would run through the woods screaming like a bitch until my heart exploded.
HBDMost important day of the year today. Hmpff.
The chicks in the office here really need to stop talking about Girl Scouts and Brownies, because now I want a brownie.
But mine is the bestest.a lot of us have bdays 2nd week of october
They are tiny and harmless. There have been a few instances where they would catch a ride in my helmet and would find a little web woven in a vent.
schedule a meeting with them. explain to them how your colostomy bag works.Love this recurring theme:
1- Department X requests that my department create a summary schedule for a portfolio, but requests it directly from my direct-reports instead of me, the man(down)ager. Man(down)ager tells Department X that all future requests should be made through me.
2- Future request comes to me, which I pass to direct-report. Direct-report responds to request directly to Department X, without my approval nor awareness (of course, direct-report doesn't use dedicated summary schedule template, either). I scold direct-report, and instruct direct-report to get my approval in the future.
3- Man(down)ager discovers 1 & 2 are still happening.
4- Disdain for everyone.
Is it that hard to figure out how a chain of command works? Probably. Which would explain why my hard work got me promoted to the middle.
It’s really a toss up between you and my kiddo, but since he isn’t an official monkey, it must be youBut mine is the bestest.
Still nope. I have valid reasons. I’ve had big spiders crawl all over my body in bed, me repeating “it’s all in your head” then up my arm to my hand in front of my face “see? Open your eyes and there will be nothing there” but it was a giant forking spider on my hand and a ring of bites on my thigh.... I’ve taken off my shirt to find one on my ribs (again big, and this time my son as a witness—laughing histarically) and then there was the time I was working for an organic produce warehouse and put my hand in a tarantula that had survived the trip from Ecuador in the boxes of bananas (they have to be kept warm), and finally, most recently after working in the wood pile, I went to wash my hands after using the ladies room, look up in a mirror and see one crawl out from my F#<KING HAIR onto my face. I don’t do spiders. I appreciate all the bugs they eat and don’t kill the ones in my house. Unless they are found on my person, in which case, Hulk smash.They are tiny and harmless. There have been a few instances where they would catch a ride in my helmet and would find a little web woven in a vent.
schedule a meeting with them. explain to them how your colostomy bag works.
Press button, receive good ideas.end the meeting with "this isn't the only shit i'm sick of"
'It’s really a toss up between you and my kiddo, but since he isn’t an official monkey, it must be you
Still nope. I have valid reasons. I’ve had big spiders crawl all over my body in bed, me repeating “it’s all in your head” then up my arm to my hand in front of my face “see? Open your eyes and there will be nothing there” but it was a giant forking spider on my hand and a ring of bites on my thigh.... I’ve taken off my shirt to find one on my ribs (again big, and this time my son as a witness—laughing histarically) and then there was the time I was working for an organic produce warehouse and put my hand in a tarantula that had survived the trip from Ecuador in the boxes of bananas (they have to be kept warm), and finally, most recently after working in the wood pile, I went to wash my hands after using the ladies room, look up in a mirror and see one crawl out from my F#<KING HAIR onto my face. I don’t do spiders. I appreciate all the bugs they eat and don’t kill the ones in my house. Unless they are found on my person, in which case, Hulk smash.
I salute your resolve! May I have such a hangover some day and get over it... it’s not even a voluntary fear anymore—it’s all instant fight or flight. Really gets in the way when carrying wood up the stairs....'
Well spiders seem to really like you.
I used to be a little freaked out by them but got over it after waking up with a tent full of them. Damn things were all over me, inside the sleeping bag. I was too hungover to give a shit and went back to sleep. Perfect immersion therapy.
Maybe they like your ass?I rode 20 easy miles on the tri bike after work. What it is with cars honking at me when all I am doing is pedaling on the shoulder on back roads minding my own damn business? Fucking fucks.
my dad tried to pay me to eat brussel sprouts as a kid..... .50 cents a brussel sprout...making first brussels sprouts of the season. sauteed lightly in seasoned garlic butter in a covered pan for 20 mins.stoked.