World’s strongest beer. I believe they gave the naming rights to a drunken comedian.
Spent all day yesterday looking for work downtown. Fortunately I took Katie along and we had a really good day, mostly because we were walking around in the occasionally brilliant sunshine. If you’re looking for temp or perm placements go to Angus One first. The other agencies were crap by comparison. Spent some time at Katie’s place, which I want to call Boop Troop or Planet L, communing with Piper afterwards. That dog loves me.
Margot came into my room and instead of asking for attention by rearranging every loose piece of paper on the floor, jumped up on the bed and demanded half an hour of petting. She hasn’t been this affectionate since the week she moved in; it’s amazing what cold weather does. After the cuddle, she started her usual tricks, so I cursed the inevitable and got up and fed her and the boys. While petting her I identified about ten places I need to comb knots out of, so she’ll be sorry she was so affectionate I’m sure.
I have to go into the old office today for the stupidest reason…. I owe somebody money.
This Guy and I have a date on Sunday. Right after the congregational meeting on the budget. I know since I’m not actually a full member I don’t need to be there (full membership comes when you’ve been signed up for two full months) but I suspect I should be there.
Perogies for dinner last night. They are so yummy fried up with bacon and onions. Night before it was halibut in cream and parsley, smashed potatoes and greek salad.
I would like to complain, publicly and with vehemence, about a terrible problem with women’s rights. Why is it that a personal shaver (sometimes called a bikini line razor) when it is marketed for men as an eyebrow shaver, nose trimmer, etc… is FOUR TIMES less expensive? Depilation is pretty much the same on any human being. Anyway, ta heck with it, I bought the men’s one. Half an hour of trying to get hair off my face is now about thirty seconds of zip zip zip. Ah yes, getting old is not for sissies; all I can do is be grateful I was never pretty, as that would make the vertiginous fall into yellow teeth, wrinkles, back pain and weird lumps even more painful. This next line thankfully deleted…
Yes, shavers, hair cuts, women’s dry cleaning and a whole raft of other items cost women more. You can’t fake a woman’s shirt for a man’s either even if they are made of identical material and cut the same way! I’ve tried.
It’s all about the collar and the darts for boobs. Oh, and the buttons go on backwards.