I was once setting up a catering function with an organizer who had total control of a pretty huge budget. We settled on a working figure of R100 000 and I said we'd need 50% up front. Oh right, she said, let me just get my calculator ...
always interesting to be described by others - looks and personality.
Have you ever had that thing where someone says wow, you have a double, it's uncanny and then they introduce you to your double and you're thinking SERIOUSLY?
Fiery, that's me. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. I do think men must like talking to someone 'safe' who can be quizzed about women. Just flirt a little, guys. Pay the ferryman
Pat, between the cat on one side and the dog on the other I can barely roll over, let alone roll out of bed. And at my age, anyone who can sweet talk his way past the dog is a charmer of note and welcome
Sitting in my car giggling and getting odd looks. Love you all for making me laugh, but yup Titch I know you're joking. Even though half the guys on CS nearly changed their name to Fred before they finished reading your comment.
Bet that went down well with some if not all of your ladies, if my experience is anything to go by!
I can't switch off THAT quickly, I disappear for an hour or two for a walk or a drive, but when I come back I can't be doing with sulks or the fight rehashed in cold blood. Talk, sure. Please. There was an issue, now we settle it properly if it's still an issue, but not on and on and on.
If I can't fight I go quiet and cold, and fret. Nobody should have to face Biff when she's polite.
Trouble is it can take months to have the first fight, bit late then to realize he's rubbish at it
It was when I found myself looking at the ant poison in the DIY shop and wondering how much I would need to sprinkle on his food to do the job yet not be too obviously spotted in the autopsy.
Get a grip, Biff, I thought. Not worth it. Just GO. So I went.
In retrospect I'd rather be a widow than a divorcee so maybe I made the wrong decision?
There should be a tongue-in-cheek emoticon on here. But it did cross my mind and so it was the reason I left.
Oh good now I know what to look forward to if I ever have an op. my eyes are watering at the thought. Eek.
Think yourself lucky, you could have had a catheter, and removing that would have probably needed the entire nursing staff lined up, chests at the ready, to distract you
Tatami, as you found, having the idea isn't the hard part, and playing with it is the fun part. Carrying it through - that's the grind. I reached a point with my first book where I realized I had read it over 30 times with all the edits and re-writes and picking and pruning, and I hated the sight of it. HATED it!
I liked Pat's solution but few would take it. Always the chance of getting out early, a successful jailbreak ...
That's terrible about your brother. As for the statistics, a guy here was murdered when he went to a house party to ask them (politely) to keep the noise down. He was knifed by one of the merry party-goers who didn't like being told what to do. Point is - we're all still talking about it. Six or seven years ago, the only murder we've had here in my small town for a decade or more.
That wasn't what your blog was about. Perfect world? Put a microchip in someone's brain which will explode if they try to do it again. Trouble is, way too SF to actually do, but it would be an elegant solution and put their own survival in their own hands.
I do disagree with one thing, a spontaneous love-turned-hate lashing-out is not the same as premeditated murder. People serve life-sentences for losing their tempers once, while career criminals work the system and get out after minimum sentences.
NICE blog. Despite the Animal Farm comment, which I couldn't resist, I am 100% behind you. Oh dear, I really should ask you to delete the comment, shouldn't I?
Just call me Fred
I have mini magnums. And rather dodgy wine. C'mon round!BROWN. No. Brown trim? could work.