Stories of this life gone astray
Because when Life gives me lemons, I don’t make lemonade, dammit, I make Arnold Palmers!
I had to laugh when I opened my email this morning. I received an invitation to an upcoming event hosted by the company I worked for this past spring. Mine was a short employment. Also, we didn’t part amicably. Their invitation was the last thing I expected.
With the Instagram app installed on my phone, I attempted to upload a picture of our cats.
Stupid Instagram.
I miss you, Tetris.
Listen, the only thing I’m interested in right now is a box of Thin Mints. So unless you have Thin Mints – go away!
These past several weeks of being ill has been exhausting in a way that I’m not used to. For some reason I seem to have lost my bounce. Does this mean I have to give up my “bumble” membership?
Long story short, the a/c guy told us last Tuesday that it would take five to seven business days for him to get the necessary parts and authorization from the insurance company in order to come back out and fix it. Five to seven business days? We’d be without our upstairs air for a full week? Couldn’t he just come back − tomorrow?
So the AT&T store sold me $100 worth of space in a microSDXC UHS-I card, which is 128 GB, but then they couldn’t install it on my phone for me because — they don’t do that.
Then I chickened out because I don’t like conflict and this feels very conflicty-ish, and then I realized that just because I don’t like conflict doesn’t mean I can’t handle conflict or that I have to back away from conflict.
In his 2.0 version of Dramatic Face, he’s sporting a rash. Talk about “itching to have his new look posted!”