You’d say, “I’ll send you a confirmation of that by mail,” meaning email?
Yes, I am afraid that many dudes do say that, around here they often say “snail mail” to refer to USPS, and “mail” means" email. Of course, this is Silicon Valley. Still, most people here speak English as their native language.
Yeah, sorry, I should have been more specific. I’m speaking specifically about the construction “send by mail.”
Good on you for allowing an octogenarian waitress to glom onto two minutes of Christmas cheer. 
I hope they turned the Muzak back down when The Chipmunk Song ended. And I’m sorry the order was messed up. How far did it diverge from what you wanted?
I am so sorry about your dog, it is hard towatch a pet grow old. My vet gives a discount for elder patients (as in elderly pets), see if your vet does that.
Yep, but to be fair we all hang out in the same 2000 square feet or so - it’s pretty clear that email is the medium.
Weird. Guess it’s just a dialectical variation. If somebody said they were going to send me something “by mail,” with that exact phrasing, I’d definitely assume physical mail.
Yes, I’m really tempted to call myself that sometimes. Earlier the dog was walking around in the rain, and Mom had to physically drag her onto some dry cardboard and enclose her in the portable dog enclosure we have so she wouldn’t wander out in the rain again. And I can’t even help her, because my dr. has cautioned me against any heavy lifting. I feel rather useless right now. 
Not me. Dislike away!
There are some ways to try to help you figure out if it’s time for that trip to the vet - from this site:
It kind of sounds like your dog is there - I recall somebody here saying that they regretted not putting their pet down when it was time, and I don’t want to have that regret myself.
Yeah, it’s illegal here, too, but poorly enforced. There have been so many people not shovelling the last couple of winters that we were having news stories about how many thousands of complaints the city had about it, and how they were so backlogged that you might as well just forget about it. Nice to know that the free-riders can continue their free ride without consequences. :mad:
For the record, I would not say “mail” when I meant “email.” How hard is it to stick an e on it and eliminate possible confusion?
And can I just add my $.02 here: if you don’t clear your sidewalk, but do clear your driveway, and pile all that driveway snow across the sidewalk, those of us who want to walk on the sidewalk should have the right to come into your house and smack you around with snow shovels.
If anyone had ever been confused I would probably have stopped but I think I’ve infected others now. 
Oops!
I can get behind this plan!
Or, if we’re not feeling quite that confrontational, we should have the Og-given right to pile all of the snow directly in front of your front door. So that you can’t open it.
No, that wouldn’t work, because we’re talking about the kind of people who only shovel where THEY walk, and that’s only to and from their car. You need to pile all the snow IN their car.
When I see houses that haven’t had the walks shovelled and have mail piled up in the mailbox, I feel like putting a big sign on the door, “GONE TO ARIZONA! PLEASE ROB MY HOUSE!” Except I don’t have to, because the unshovelled walks and full mailbox are already blazing neon signs.
Dudette, srsly. I just got back from four days in Orange County seeing the SO’s family, and christ on a pogo stick, that was some fucking rain. Kudos for the Getty Villa having its own supply of umbrellas for our visit, though.
In Spanish, apparently, a big pain in the ass, since the way you say “email” is to add a big long word onto the end of the word “mail.” Which is why I was just saying that **Nava **should probably point out when her language rants are actually about an exchange that was taking place in something other than English.
As a little token of appreciation, my department gave me a paperweight. Now, I’ve only been here for a month and a half, so I do appreciate that they didn’t leave me out. But jesus fucking christ, is there anything more worthless than a paperweight?!?! At least with a bag of dog poop, I can light it on fire and place it on an enemy’s porch. The only thing a paperweight is good for is to mock the fact that I can’t pick it up and bash in the skull of the next person who has a screamversation with a co-worker.
You could just start leaving all the office windows wide open, or aiming fans at people’s desks.
Taking a shower this morning, and one of my dogs incites the other, and by the time I’ve burst out of the shower and dashed into the next room, flinging water everywhere as I go, the fight is over.
But the bleeding is not.
From the evidence, it appears that Suka, the instigating little bitch that she is, pushed the big dog too hard, and Dakota said “Fuck that - it’s on*!*”
:smack:
Normally, Suka is dominant, and Dakota is just fine with that, but she’ll will only take just so much crap from Suka before she comes out of her corner, all teeth and muscle and bristling fur. The upshot? A 1cm deep puncture under Suka’s jaw, a 4cm bloody abrasion inside her right ear, and a 1cm[sup]2[/sup] divot out of the top of her dome and US$400.00 I hadn’t planned on spending on patching holes in ome of my dogs.
Oh, and liberally blood be-spattered shirt, pants, carpet, coat, shoes, and crate bedding. Plus a nice little blood trail on the hardwood, the front stoop and walk, and all through the vet’s office.
:rolleyes:
Kentucky creams, why did you fail? One moment you’re a sticky, warm glob of taffy-stuff in my hands and the next you’re a pile of brown grainy sugary crud on the counter. It was a rather spectacular collapse, really. But now we’ll need a trip to the store for cream to make more.
It’s the one gift that says “Hey, I was in the drugstore getting some hemorrhoid creme, saw this, and thought: ‘Oh that’s right, I’m the one who’s supposed to get something for that asshole I work for’: PERFECT!” It is truly a desperation gift; sort of like a coffee mug, only without the utility.