Eh, just rambling here...
I mentioned in another thread that I haunt the flea market near my place every Sunday. Brand new books for $1 a piece or 10 for $6... barbies at 2 for $5... I bought two really neat vintage working watches for $15... great deals. I've decided everyone's going to get a little flea market gift for Christmas this year, just because.
This woman I work with (the office manager) accused me the other day of making an error and trying to attribute it to her by typing her initials on it. It was an out and out attack and she was furious. It was such a ludicrous accusation I could hardly believe it. She thought I wanted to make her look bad for some reason. I was quite dismayed by the way she went about it (accosting me) and the idea that anyone would think someone would do such a thing that I actually considered not working there. When I finally calmed her down and told her that and also that that was quite an unprofessional approach to the situation, she looked a little sheepish, but still.... not nice. Makes one wonder what else is going on in her noggin. (Got some excellent feedback and advice from JoeBlow on this, thank you very much, babe).
I'm getting a shed built and the guy hasn't been around in two days and I'm not impressed. What is it with people who commit to something and don't follow through? I'm getting tired of having to find replacements all the time. Buncha bums.
I'm also sick of all this g-d rain. I think the weather is fouled up all over this planet. I wonder if my veggie seedlings are gonna make it.
My ex skyped the other day and told me he cut the tip of his finger off. He was slicing a tomato at the time. He's looking for the bit he cut off and wonders if he accidentally ate it. If he did, would you say he's a cannibal? He went to the ER (LOL) because he faints at the sight of blood (esp his own) and got this huge bandage with some kind of contraption on it to protect it (again LOL). He probably just nicked it - he always made a mountain out of molehill. And his cleaning lady returned to Bulgaria and he can't find another one. Of course, he can't do his own now because of his finger
Not that he did much cleaning before, of course.
My husband returns from Argentina today where he spent two weeks looking for REEs on two properties in Jujuy. I made him an Indian curry and Kung Pao Chicken yesterday as a treat. That man loves his spicy food. I bought some Ghost Pepper sauce and doused one of his meals with it and he almost died. That stuff should be a drop at a time -- apparently it's hotter than Dave's Insanity sauce..
and you? anything to add?