Hot in the building today. We got all the PM packages clerked and on the belt, along with the futures, and the damages.
dogbutler: < logs into Multi Factor Authenticator to get damages password >
MFA: “66”
dogbutler: < kills all Jedi in facility >
And once again, the sort ran late, and there a lot of left behinds from between the 100 and 200 Slides. There was the usual wrecked toilet in damages, plus an ex coffee table, 3 wrecked Home Despot packages, and a 2 pack of Mercedes McPherson struts that went back because the shipper put 2 in a box big enough for 6, and just added a tiny amount of airbags to fill. I was out at 11:15, so not horrid. I did my Senior Day shopping, and stopped at the ABC sto for gin for the weekend.
Me: < pours last of old bag of cat food into Spot’s bowl >
Spot: “I will not eat this swill, feed me from the fresh bag of dry, flavorless bits.”
Me: “No, eat it.”
Spot: “I shall not.”
Me: “Eat. It.”
Spot: “Obstreperous orangutan! Flog yourself, and feed me fresh food!”
Me: “Eat it or starve, we can get another cat.”
Spot: “Harrumph!”
Spot has lost the will to live, and is currently sulking and starving on the bathroom counter.
You should visit Belgrade, too. I hear it’s a great place to do shots.
Just the one time.
But it’s a wet heat.
And way too late to sell him to a traveling circus.
Poor pup. 