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Work was work, and scheduling rooms in Outlook still sucks.
My aunt invited me over for bomb-testing the guide dog puppy. Sharkface is still adorbs; Sharkface is indifferent to the bright lights, but the loud noises had her quite determined to Be Elsewhere. Not in a particularly rude or noisy way, but she was trying to Hide Behind and mostly Leave. Which is a sensible reaction.
The neighbors came over with sparklers, which are the new and sort of wimpy kind that involve less red-hot metal and more difficulty in lighting. My aunt had gadget envy over the neighbors' nice long bbq lighter.
Before that, R had proposed Happy Hour with some of the guys. After figuring out what that meant in terms of timing and placing, I was amenable. It wound up being R, the Other Guy, Purple, me, and the Tennis Manager, an old buddy of most of the rest of the gang who was fairly recently promoted. The Tennis Manager showed up more than an hour after everyone else, manager-time being what it sometimes is. The Other Guy has some more things to not google. (Purple and I are the people who know about Horrible Things From The Internet. The Other Guy is the one who we tell to not google it. R is happier not even knowing. Sometimes Purple knows terms that I don't, but usually when I google them, I knew about the concept but not that name.) R shared pictures from her trip to Canada to hike on glaciers. Purple and I made terrible jokes and jostled each other in mock protest.
If I do hit up the Berkeley shenanigans tomorrow, I'll text R, who will be there with a friend who has Small Children.
My aunt had a bag of cherries for me. Om nom nom.
There is a bag of peanut butter eggs lurking on the little shelf by the comfy chair. I am ignoring it for now, although I am curious where the next one (I assume there may be a next one) will show up. It will be a fun search!
It's rare that I'm able to use Ev's Mom as the good example anywhere, but in the case of Andythanfiction, Ev's mom is the good example (I think). Mostly because Ev's mom doesn't seem interested in starting a cult and scamming the whole damn internet, just controlling her whole family.
My aunt invited me over for bomb-testing the guide dog puppy. Sharkface is still adorbs; Sharkface is indifferent to the bright lights, but the loud noises had her quite determined to Be Elsewhere. Not in a particularly rude or noisy way, but she was trying to Hide Behind and mostly Leave. Which is a sensible reaction.
The neighbors came over with sparklers, which are the new and sort of wimpy kind that involve less red-hot metal and more difficulty in lighting. My aunt had gadget envy over the neighbors' nice long bbq lighter.
Before that, R had proposed Happy Hour with some of the guys. After figuring out what that meant in terms of timing and placing, I was amenable. It wound up being R, the Other Guy, Purple, me, and the Tennis Manager, an old buddy of most of the rest of the gang who was fairly recently promoted. The Tennis Manager showed up more than an hour after everyone else, manager-time being what it sometimes is. The Other Guy has some more things to not google. (Purple and I are the people who know about Horrible Things From The Internet. The Other Guy is the one who we tell to not google it. R is happier not even knowing. Sometimes Purple knows terms that I don't, but usually when I google them, I knew about the concept but not that name.) R shared pictures from her trip to Canada to hike on glaciers. Purple and I made terrible jokes and jostled each other in mock protest.
If I do hit up the Berkeley shenanigans tomorrow, I'll text R, who will be there with a friend who has Small Children.
My aunt had a bag of cherries for me. Om nom nom.
There is a bag of peanut butter eggs lurking on the little shelf by the comfy chair. I am ignoring it for now, although I am curious where the next one (I assume there may be a next one) will show up. It will be a fun search!
It's rare that I'm able to use Ev's Mom as the good example anywhere, but in the case of Andythanfiction, Ev's mom is the good example (I think). Mostly because Ev's mom doesn't seem interested in starting a cult and scamming the whole damn internet, just controlling her whole family.
