Oh, I bet it’s lovely - I adore black pearls.
In a just world … but as we remind children so often, life isn’t fair.
Typical.
Wait, did G.G. really con your husband into providing Second Breakfast?
Impressive little hobbits, he is!
(Well, not-so-little, but then it wouldn’t have sounded like Smeagol.)
Oh, you are so bad!
Twasn’t Fate so much as … my inability to read a calendar + my manager’s inability to post the weekly schedule more than a day ahead. (I didn’t know this morning if I worked tomorrow FFS.)
Not … really. I mean, it wasn’t this endless nonstop string anymore, but I was still sneezing a lot (plus the not-so-fun cousin of the sneeze: the aborted almost-sneeze, where you make a stupid face and contort up and then … nothing.)
Plus my nose would. not. stop. running, so I had to keep a roll of T.P. by my register. Got concerned looks from customers all day - I’m sure they all thought I’d just been dumped.
{ dry heaves }