You guys are scaring me :eek:
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You guys are scaring me :eek:
Who was it that used to do the comedy routine about zits migrating as we age? They retire and move South to a place where there's a full moon and a nice breeze...
Dear Passport,
thank you for showing yourself..YAY!!!
now if i can just figure out if my passport is valid in the US with all the new passport regulations..I think so..
Dear self,
You can stop eating two lunches and 2 dinners a day right NOW.
Thank you.
Me
Dear body,
How did you get so sick so fast? Do you think you could see your way to getting better that quickly, too? Because, you know, I like to breathe without pain.
Thanks,
Me.
Dear Lady,
Thank-you for the many blessings that you have bestowed upon me and my family. A special thank-you for your most recent one. I shall honor you by sharing your gifts.
Dear oil company,
Screw you, I'm riding my bike :cool:
Dear So and So
I am part of an all-volunteer association/club. Some of us have jobs.
The person who is in charge of the website has repeatedly written over other people's files. To fix that problem, we put all of her (our club's) files in a protected directory and changed the password for all t he rest.
Since I am related to this person, when she couldn't find her original files i went to her house and set her up with a specific directory for these files and I even set up her FTP program so she would be going to the right place each time.
Today she asked me to send her a link to the website! I suggested she google it. She said she already had (it's right there for the world to see) and would i send her the link.
So back to the all-volunteer thing. If she doesn't do it, i'm not sure anyone else in the club can or will besides me, and I already have 2 1/2 other jobs relating to this club.
this person is my mother. This issue (of her appearing to be totally clueless or just losing it) is really wearing on our relationship, as is the fact that i have to help her do it all... (She's the one who volunteered!)
I don't know what to do.
aaaaahhhh. I don't even know where to start.
Dear Me:
Nice job on patching things up. I still don't know what the bleep happened but you did good.
Dear Powers that Be:
Would you please stop swinging me these blind ones? I'm getting dizzy.
Dear Loudmouth-of-my-acquaintance:
Chill. Please.
Dear So and So
I fired my mother. Then the prez of the club tells me it was the right thing to do. So why didn't SHE do it?
Sigh...
Dear Brain,
Would you stop the message that says there's an iron spike running through from above my right eye and scraping the back of my skull above the ocpitals? I checked the mirror, there isn't anything there. Please stop sending these false danger messages.
I've stayed hydrated, ate right. I hate you right now. And no, you can't have a cool dark room with a soft pillow just yet. :mad:
Dear Shopper or purchaser to all large box stores:
I am sick of trying to find clothing or anything that is decent to wear that WILL LAST that is not paper thin and is extremely over priced. I guess I voted with my pocketbook because I did not not purchase anything that fell into this category.
Perhaps my only choices for shopping will be LL Bean, REI and other stores like this. HELP!
Red Rock