Posts by author: Mush
In which I hope my temp P/T gig pans out into an actual job. I worked a full day yesterday at WG and really enjoyed it. The people are great. The majority of my time was spent doing dismally dull data entry for the marketing department, but I got to do a few little fun […]
In which I observe something. Last night, I watched The Producers. It was a laff-riot. Two characters signed something during the course of the action, and so I discovered that both Will Ferrell and Matthew Broderic are left-handed. That is all.
In which I lament the lack of good content here on the ‘box. All I ever do anymore is bitch. Gone are my scathingly funny posts about the quirks of life in rural BFE and my amusing observations about my favorite subject, me. Remember when I used to post about tanning (“If you’re gonna be […]
In which we return to the vet for a third time. Stella’s got another hemotoma in her ear. This is the third one. It’s in the original ear. The hair hasn’t even grown back from the first surgery. I asked what would happen if I just ignored it, and the vet said that it would […]
In which it was really totally icky and gross! Ewh, ewh, EWH! EWH! I went into my kitchen yesterday and something… horrible… had transpired. I really can’t even put it together, even with the circumstantial evidence. I mean, there was some… fluid… on the counter that looked like the kind of fluid that really needs […]
In which I don’t know who it is! Some sweet soul used Paypal to send me a few bucks, but I don’t know who it is. I mean, the notification has a name, of course, but it’s a real name, and apparently I only know his online name! Ack! Thank you, PF! Oh, and my […]
In which some things are just a plain ol’ Pain. In. The. ASS. Yesterday I called Iowa Workforce Development’s convenient toll-free number to file my second weekly unemployment claim. When I was done pressing 1 for yes and 9 for no, I checked on the status of my benefits payment. And the automated system politely […]
In which there’s breakfast. Bread tried to wake me up at the asscrack of dawn today, because he’s a morning person. *shudder* I ignored him and slept ’til 11:30 like any self-respecting and hung-over night person. When I got up, he and BoSe had gone to Kroeger’s and Bread was cooking. I had a cup […]
In which I suddenly take off. Bread called yesterday, said, “SF’s driving out this weekend. You could catch a ride with him if you wanted.” So I did. I parked the jeep in front of BoSe’s house at ten this morning, collected his wireless router, jumped in SF’s Mercedes, and we sped on over to […]
In which a plea needs to be heard. I once donated to 1-800-SUICIDE, so now I’m on their mailing list. If the charity below interests you, they could sure use the help. Federal Government Fails to Pay Hotline Bills: 1-800-SUICIDE to Ring Busy after Midnight Tonight if Phone Bill Goes Unpaid WASHINGTON, Aug. 11, 1-800-SUICIDE, […]
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