Email from Susan regarding some work matters and website updates.
My response, direct quote.No.
Facebook post on personal account:
“I am looking at this chapter and the first half of it is me rehashing what happened before in the book. Like WTF? It’s straight out summary. Was I high when I wrote this?”
Last night, Randalls, in self-check out.
Associate: What’s the problem?
Me: This steak is $21.23. It is discounted with card to $14.45. When I entered the card number it removed the entire amount. See? It only charged me $1.80 for water and the steak cost me one cent.
Associate: Void the transaction.
I void, her approves.
I rescan. Same thing.
Associate: it’s probably out of date.
Me: it’s says sell by 04/09.
Associate: Go ahead and take it.
Me: Are you sure?
Last night at home. Phone rings. Gordon picks up. “Yes. Thank you, Toni.”
He gets up, gives me a kiss, and puts shoes on.
Me: Where are you going?”
Him: You left your phone at Randalls. (<— have never done this before in my whole life.)
Friend, regarding some work matters about which we need to make a decision.
She: What do you want me to do?
She: You want me to stall?
“This reads like a five year old got drunk on cough syrup and then had a nightmare.”
Me, emailing Susan.
Me: I lost your phone again.Ten seconds later.
Me: Gordon, I emailed Susan and she is on vacation.
Gordon: it will be okay.
Me: I am so sorry.”
Me, waving a copy of Magic Bleeds I was using for reference at the dogs.
“Stop fighting over treats. You have a treat and you have a treat. Chew on your treats and stop bickering. Here, I will put the treat into your mouth, Sookie. Are you happy?”
Realizing that I am holding a sodden chewy treat in my hand instead of the book. “Sookie, give me back my book. Here is your chewy.”
Facebook post: “Chapter 9 done. Mhm. Yep. Mhm. 55,360 words edited. Send halp. Halp.”