Broos had the nerve to have his birthday before I remembered to ask him when it is; so he got all smug-like when I did get around to asking him when in January is it. On the bright side, I have narrowed it down to the first 5 days or so.
Unless his birthday is in December, like Rob's, and I'm totally mixed up :)
My sinuses are draining into my throat and I have a deep and sexy voice, when I have a voice at all, which is marred by the fact that sometimes my voice will crack like a boy in puberty and suddenly I've got a wispy high-pitched whine going. I stayed home from work and lay (lie, lay, lounged) on the couch all day.
On some fronts, I'm filled with energy and have to try to calm my mind down to make coherent thoughts come out. Stuff like, gee, how come races don't impact anything in my game and I appear to be the last to know about it? And how to fix that? And I hired an assistant product manager today which makes me feel real happy; now I have to let the other applicants know I didn't pick them. That part's not so happy. :/ But just knowing that I have someone to help me out really makes a difference to my spirits.
Yesterday I drove to work because I felt like crap (sinuses) and knew I would leave as soon as Toni's deposition was over (she's one of our attorneys and I was preparing her files for this case). On the way home, I remembered that I have a trunk full of donation items including my old Sony TV that needed to be dropped off before I can plan to take my car to the body shop to have its smashed fender replaced. I pulled into the Salvation Army and asked if they took TV's. The attendant said they don't as too many people drop off ones that don't work. We walked back out to my car and I popped the trunk so we could unload it.
The TV was gone.
All the donation clothes bags were there, but the TV that had been nestled in their midst (the remote control tied to the antenna) was gone. While I stood there, babbling and perplexed, the attendant laughed, "Well, you wanted to get rid of it anyway." Which is true, I just hadn't meant for someone to break into my car and take the damn thing. On the way home, I called Rob (home with his back) to ask whether he had taken it out of the trunk since we'd both seen it in there on the Sunday we found my car all beat up. We know it was in the trunk after it got hit because Rob opened the trunk looking for an ice scraper and that's when I remembered I had put all this stuff into the trunk to donate. Obviously, someone else saw the TV in the trunk and went and helped himself to it the next time I parked at the bus stop.
Oh, well. At least I did get rid of the old TV. It worked perfectly well, but it's older than my cherubs and unnecessary with Rob's big screen downstairs and the former living room TV in our bedroom.
Unless his birthday is in December, like Rob's, and I'm totally mixed up :)
My sinuses are draining into my throat and I have a deep and sexy voice, when I have a voice at all, which is marred by the fact that sometimes my voice will crack like a boy in puberty and suddenly I've got a wispy high-pitched whine going. I stayed home from work and lay (lie, lay, lounged) on the couch all day.
On some fronts, I'm filled with energy and have to try to calm my mind down to make coherent thoughts come out. Stuff like, gee, how come races don't impact anything in my game and I appear to be the last to know about it? And how to fix that? And I hired an assistant product manager today which makes me feel real happy; now I have to let the other applicants know I didn't pick them. That part's not so happy. :/ But just knowing that I have someone to help me out really makes a difference to my spirits.
Yesterday I drove to work because I felt like crap (sinuses) and knew I would leave as soon as Toni's deposition was over (she's one of our attorneys and I was preparing her files for this case). On the way home, I remembered that I have a trunk full of donation items including my old Sony TV that needed to be dropped off before I can plan to take my car to the body shop to have its smashed fender replaced. I pulled into the Salvation Army and asked if they took TV's. The attendant said they don't as too many people drop off ones that don't work. We walked back out to my car and I popped the trunk so we could unload it.
The TV was gone.
All the donation clothes bags were there, but the TV that had been nestled in their midst (the remote control tied to the antenna) was gone. While I stood there, babbling and perplexed, the attendant laughed, "Well, you wanted to get rid of it anyway." Which is true, I just hadn't meant for someone to break into my car and take the damn thing. On the way home, I called Rob (home with his back) to ask whether he had taken it out of the trunk since we'd both seen it in there on the Sunday we found my car all beat up. We know it was in the trunk after it got hit because Rob opened the trunk looking for an ice scraper and that's when I remembered I had put all this stuff into the trunk to donate. Obviously, someone else saw the TV in the trunk and went and helped himself to it the next time I parked at the bus stop.
Oh, well. At least I did get rid of the old TV. It worked perfectly well, but it's older than my cherubs and unnecessary with Rob's big screen downstairs and the former living room TV in our bedroom.
posted by Owl Chick at 1/15/2004 09:36:00 PM
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