Holy Crap

Serial Mom is up there in my pantheon of favorite movies. I assume they’re airing it as a preemptive suggestion to put your white shoes away after Labor Day.

Serial Mom is up there in my pantheon of favorite movies. I assume they’re airing it as a preemptive suggestion to put your white shoes away after Labor Day.

Two tutu leggings with matching arm garters. Is this a thing?

Please don’t let this be a thing. 

On a brighter note: my stealth photo game is really good.

Two tutu leggings with matching arm garters. Is this a thing?

Please don’t let this be a thing.

On a brighter note: my stealth photo game is really good.

The burrito-ness, it burns.

The burrito-ness, it burns.

Little help

Does anyone have recommendations for a medical alert system (aka: I’ve fallen and I can’t get up)? We’re considering it for my parents in Fla.

Send me an ask if you do.

KISSES!

And now, back to your regularly scheduled dog fart jokes.

Wherein I tell you about my incompetent HR department.

Friday (HR): You should speak to this staff person and ask why he hasn't applied for the supervisor position. It'll be great for you to promote from within.

Friday afternoon (me): I think you should consider applying for the position.

Monday morning (to my senior VP): I'm considering promoting X if he's interested.

SVP: That's great. Whatever you want to do, we trust your judgement. We believe in advancing our people as a company. It's a good message to send.

Monday morning (person): Please consider me for the position

Tuesday morning (HR): For reasons my boss won't disclose, we do not feel it's appropriate to promote this person.

Me: I need to speak with MY bosses to see if they can shed any light.

HR: No need to involve them at this point. Let's see what happens with my boss.

In conclusion: FUCK YOU, HR. Now you've created a mess, you clean it up.

My bag is more like a Mary Poppins bag: stuff you never thought would fit keeps coming out.

My bag is more like a Mary Poppins bag: stuff you never thought would fit keeps coming out.

Peanut butter kidney cup

Peanut butter kidney cup

Because…dirty valets

Because…dirty valets

I can’t knit on the train because my cheap-o 1980s charm bracelet is making too much noise. 

Monday is ruined.

I can’t knit on the train because my cheap-o 1980s charm bracelet is making too much noise.

Monday is ruined.

Bee update

They were yellow jackets. We must have disturbed their nest whole working in the yard. They were pissed. They swarmed for a few minutes and then they went off to the county land behind our house. I’d say there were about 100.
The Boy and The Mister got stung a couple of times, but they’re fine.

SWARM OF BEES IN THE YARD

SWARM OF BEES IN THE YARD

I am never shopping here again.

I am never shopping here again.