'snot early, it’s the PM already and I’ve had an after-lunch meeting and all.
The lady who manages my building was back from vacation this morning. So I went down and she thought I was going to return the key to the washroom that she’d loaned me, she’d left me a note in the mailbox, but no. I was going to ask whether she had a mailbox key. “Didn’t Martin give you one?” “I think he may have dropped it… in the box.” “Oh God” By the look of her, she believed it. So we go, and she opens the box, and yes sir, there it was. So now I have a ton of mail to be opened, and a lot of it includes stuff that needs to be mailed, but it’s all cool. And I returned the washroom key and she gave me one that’s mine, mine, mine. Martin’s the guy whose lease I took over. In three years he had never used any of the appliances.
Payments to this company always have to be done by mail order, which I’d never seen before but I guess it’s easier to track who’s paid what that way. My initial deposit is the only thing for which I paid cash.
canine servant, I like your cat. Didn’t say so before because I’m a selfish brat (hey, you don’t get requalified to selfish bitch until you have kids) and was dizzy. Not so dizzy now.
swampy, fried aigs are good. Dad used to have two for dinner, way back when, and once I asked to have two as well (I was always hungry) and was told I’d get two eggs when I was a Dad. So I informed my parents that “I’m not gonna be a Dad ever and you know that and I’m tired of y’all thinking I’m dumb and when I’m a MOTHER I’ll have THREE!” Good thing I’ve never had kids or my cholesterol would be roof-high. Do you fry them properly, sunny-side-up with a bit of brown at the edges and the yolk liquid or do you make the whole thing solid but no brown at the edges? If it’s the second, don’t tell me.
LiLi, ain’t it nice when plans go as intended? Or however Hannibal put it, I’ve only watched A-team in Spanish. I hope things get better for your BIL and SIL, and specially for the kid because whatever his parents are doing is not his fault. Has QD hit her head against anything from bouncing all over the place?
Bobbio, yesterday I thought of you. Remember you told us about a lady in an old folks’ home saying “at least they sent me a cute fireman”? I was reading Pratchett’s Lords and Ladies and there is a scene that begins (paraphrasing) with
Nanny believes that a cute thief will suffice, if you don’t have cute firemen around.