Only if you’re one of my henchmen.
How on earth could “rule of thumb” be offensive? :dubious:
Canine Servant, that’s why I specified Rio for my massive embezzlement destination. It’s not only a gorgeous city, but it’s in a country that has that lovely no extradition treaty thing. 
Food break over. Back to work.
The whole wife beating myth, I guess, which mistakenly claims that the “Rule of Thumb” refers to an old common-law in which is was permissible to discipline (beat, in this instance) one’s wife so long as the switch used to do so was no thicker than one’s thumb. Unca Cece sets the record straight in the article linked above.
I assume the offense comes from the implied misogyny inherent in the incorrect interpretation of the phrase’s origins. If not, then your guess is as good as mine.
The loot has arrived. I’m just about to unpack it. The stuffed tiger Driving Husband’s sister bought the baby is looking at me quizzically. The cats are alarmed.
What is she going to tell them? “Oh, and be on the look out for these criminals we bought drugs from”?
It takes 30 messages to fill up my voice mail. Now to delete them all and start all over again.
She usually doesn’t buy them off a street corner; we have friends of friends, if you know what I mean, but that particular night she was depressed and ran into a guy while she was smoking outside who said he could get her some. So she did buy the stuff off the street, but then she “thought it would be polite” to invite them to come smoke with her. :smack: Cloud Maiden is a very attractive and intelligent girl who’s gone through some rough times and emerged more or less unscathed, but she can be so naive about some things … it’s unbelievable.
Anyway, if those guys were just smoking weed I wouldn’t mind so much, but crack … um, no.
I suppose we could tell our neighbors (the guys who live downstairs) since they are in no position to be throwing stones (their pot stinks up the hallway quite often) but with any luck we don’t have any more problems of this sort.
dogbutler - Cute pic! Awww! I wish Olive would stay still long enough for me to tie antlers on her.
Damn, Haze, you need to have a long talk with Cloud Maiden about the real world. The one where crackheads break into your apartment after casing it for valuables on a friendly visit. Please make sure your apartment is as secure as you can make it - balcony doors and all windows locked, etc. That kind of thing gives me cold chills. Back when I was bartending there were a couple of crack whores who would come in my bar and offer $5 blowjobs - I ran them out as soon as I saw them come in the door.
Actually the guy didn’t yell at me - he was more the “quiet anger” type of voice. Very calm and controlled and very pissed. He did listen to me - that we were a monitoring station contracted by the service provider and that we operated according to scripts that come up on screen with directions given by the provider. The more experienced monitors say that is one of the first things new monitors complain about - having to call someone for a trouble signal late at night. I would go ballistic - if someone calls my house after 10pm at the very least it better involve bail or blood.
Off to get ready for work…
I don’t believe that asking the dealers back to your domicile is de rigeur once the transaction has been settled to everyone’s satisfaction. Pretty sure my book on street etiquette would agree with me. (it’s titled, Emily’s Homies Drop the 9-11, Yo!)
Was Cloud Maiden reared in a bubble? I would definitely tell the guys downstairs–but I would meet them first (nothing like being told your building could be broken into by crack addicts to make a wrong first impression on the more narrow minded of folks…)
And Hazel–you always have a bolt hole here, just in case. I wish I could say the same for CM, but god knows what she’d drag out on Metra… Homewood is about 40 minutes south of Hyde Park, no problem to get to. Crack addicts/pot dealers–this is not my real town. I’ve changed the name to confuse you!
Haze - her real town is full of tree lined streets and nice homes. Think Plesantville, but in color.
Gah, what a crazy day. This doing two jobs at a time business is for the birds.
Aaah! Total drive-by. I haven’t read a thing. It’s been two absolutely insane days. And it’s not over yet. Gotta run again! Aaaaaaaaaaah!
:: waves to taxi as she drives by ::
Aw, thank you rigs. And everyone else, for the good advice. I have been making sure everything’s locked up since last night. Our neighbors are a bunch of college boys who have orgies every weekend and smoke enough pot to get a herd of elephants high, so I doubt they’ll be judging us any time soon.
Someone, somewhere, is listening to John Denver. It’s very low volume, but I can hear it. It’s like a mosquito whine, particularly apt for John Denver. Rocky mountain HIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH! Argh!
That is all.
Drive by for me, too. 'Cept I have to say, I like John Denver. (I am old, though.;))He’s tons better than the girl in the next cubicle listening to non-stop Christmas music since Thanksgiving… She did warn everybody though.
:: waves bye-bye ::
**Snakes ** - when your StarWars addict gets started, all you need to do is start drawing comparisons to hockey! Let every comment remind you of something hockey-related. It could be great fun!
Well, today I got the word I’m off the one stupid project that I never did understand why I was assigned in the first place. The team leader made a little dig in his email about how he’d hoped I’d have been able to “think outside the box” but it didn’t work out. But that was the extent of his guidance from the start - “think outside the box” - no clue as to which box or what the inside-the-box solutions might be… :rolleyes: He can snark all he wants - the bottom line is, there was no way to do anything inside or outside any box. There was no specific, verified data available, not even from those who have studied the issue for many years, so I have no idea what he thought I could bring to the table. It’s as if he told me - “Come up with a cure for cancer - think outside the box!” Um, sure.
So anyway, now I’m just waiting for my old friend Idiot Stupidhead to ask for approval for the new project. Until that happens, I’m supposed to be doing research. Except I know for a fact there’s an outstanding source of the data I need, but we won’t be getting it till after the first of the year. So all I can research is out-of-date data. That’s helpful.
**FCD ** left the office late, but he’s supposed to call when he hits Hughesville, and we’re going to meet at Bert’s for a burger. So I’m surfing till he calls.
Other than that, just another grand and glorious day in paradise.
GAH!
I have to make a huge presentation in less than an hour. You’re looking at WHY I never went into theater or performing stuff–I can’t take the butterflies beforehand.
Agh… I have no fingernails left.
I do too! 'cept I’m not old. 
:: shakes pom poms for rigs :: Good luck! I’m sure you’ll do great!
Go rigs!!!
Drive-by as I’m being taken out to dinner as there appears to be a conspiracy to continue celebrating my birthday till the end of the year.
Happy Hanukkah to those who celebrate/observe it! There was an interesting commentary about the holiday on NPR this morning - I’ll link to it later. Had a question for SO about it. (This is my reminder to me…) More later…
GT
Ah, well at least she has already repaid the money; that doesn’t change that she did embezzle it, though. Sounds like she’s in for some really rough waters.
Is it Firday<tm Rosie> yet?! I have no more today, but damn is it cold, and they’re calling for SNOW tomorrow! :eek:
Hey, Firday was my drunken invention! :: shakes fist ::
It’s kinda snowing here. I really should grade papers. I should. Really.
Crap. I forgot I have my lovely, lovely OCD graduate class tonight. I need to sprint out of work to get there in time. Gah. OTOH, hoarders rarely move on to graduate group, so that’s good, I guess.
Also, I do like John Denver, but not through a tinny laptop speaker at low volume from a far-off cube - all you can hear is the high pitch.