April 30?!?!? When the hell did that happen?
Protected: Dementia
Protected: Happy birthday, Steve, and more reasons I love Larry
You have been warned
Tim and I have discovered that Pringles™ are heroin for dogs. Right now, Salt & Vinegar seems to be preferred by two out of two bitches.
Back to Alabama
They’re talking about that legislation again. Banning from Alabama’s public libraries books that blah blah blah.
The quote I am fixated on:
Pinto said the state is protecting taxpayer money by not promoting what he calls a deviant lifestyle.
I pay taxes. Where’s my damn questionnaire? Where’s the interviewer at my door asking me how I think my money should be spent in libraries and schools and hospitals and…
Yes, I KNOW that my vote is supposed to be my voice about how I think my money should be spent. But I’ve noticed this odd trend over the last five-ish years that indicates that my vote is being ignored in this government by the privileged for the privileged.
Protected: For Lindsey, who gets it
Flirting
Tim, our hairdresser Larry, and I recently had a discussion about flirting. Tim said he’s not very good at it. I said it’s the kind of thing Southern girls learn before we’re out of the cradle. Are you a good flirt? What’s your technique?
Thanks, FARB
I haven’t totally abandoned my roots.
Your Linguistic Profile: |
| 55% General American English |
| 40% Dixie |
| 5% Yankee |
| 0% Midwestern |
| 0% Upper Midwestern |
Maybe if dolphins had phones?
I think whenever people start feeling superior to animals, we should remember that we belong to a species that made 35 phone calls to San Quentin prison offering to marry Scott Peterson on his first day on death row.
One of life’s mysteries
Maybe it’s just me, but…
When I am a customer in a store, and I complete my purchase, and I thank whoever helped me, I don’t think it’s appropriate for that person to say “No problem.” Or “Uh-huh.” Or “Next!” Or even the unadorned, “You’re welcome.”
Aren’t they supposed to thank me, too, for shopping there? It’s been a long time since I worked with the public, but I’m pretty sure that’s the way it was done.
Message to the rude: You hate your job. You’ll never be on “American Idol.” You probably won’t win the lottery. But you know, you don’t have to be brilliant, wealthy, talented, or beautiful to have good manners. Really!
And by the way? Thank you for reading. =)