Well... Ok... Probably not. But someone out there probably would have a hissy fit over it. ;-)
Posted on 01/29/2009 6:58:27 AM PST by Newster
It’s nice to see that someone (you) has a good understanding of Afro-engineering....
Saw that on another thread.
It’s so perfect!!!
Well... Ok... Probably not. But someone out there probably would have a hissy fit over it. ;-)
Thursdays are always a disaster here. Pat didn’t get to go to Cub Scouts because he didn’t get his uniform on until well after it was time to leave. He’s 7 years old - he doesn’t need help to put his pants and shirt on!
I have to go put my feet up now. It’s raining here.
Ash did not like her bath, but she smell much better. Shannon has been out in the back yard, piddling everywhere Ash has gone, but the rain will take care of that problem.
My dog hates baths too. She’s small(40 pounds) but giving her a bath is always an adventure.
Anoreth took Ash to a groomer. I guess she’s a little less than 60 lbs., because the groomer gave Anoreth some change from the check I sent with her, based on a 60 lb. dog. She got her ears cleaned and nails trimmed, too.
In the summer, we’ll get a baby pool and wash her at home, but last summer’s $8 pool had holes in it after a winter behind the garage.
Well, those ever “mostly harmless” blobs of fur and noise known as “Marsh Mallows” have been used as an *cough* interrogation device by my sister.
(She says she got the idea from me, somehow, but I don’t see how.)
She simply placed the horrific creature on the poor subjects head, and let the fun ensue.
It trilled, the subject thrashed and screamed.
And then it began to settle, or ooze though nobody is certain, down over the cranial casing of the subject.
Eventually his pleas were little more than somewhat muffled cries of “Whargaarrggle” coupled with trills and other odd noises.
We are in the process of inspecting the Marsh Mallow for signs of having taken control of the body.
LOL.
I can’t imagine trying to wash Ash in the tub.
You’d probably get better market acceptance if you advertised them as a hair replacement therapy.
I'm still evaluating this Thursday. Some good: I wound up earlier this week trying to initiate a discussion of a huge and high-profile overseas project for which our products are being bid -- today I *finally* got all the parties who need to be talking, talking. Now I can bow out; the only reason I was "in" was that the overseas guy knew nobody here but me. (We've known each other since 2003 and we discussed this project during a recent meeting.)
And later I was "invited" to a company "leadership team" retreat next month. A little worried about that -- it smacks a little of "corporate ladder" and that's definitely NOT where I want to be! Off the org chart and "expert in this, that and the other" (i.e. irreplaceable) is where I need to be.
Then again I learned today that my role model in "expert in this, that and the other" (i.e. irreplaceable) --from *before* I began my career-- was just laid off. But I bet he'll be snatched up by the competition in short order.
Unknown: the state bill I want killed doesn't seem to be dead yet. Somebody is trying to kill it though; LoM laughed when I told her this evening it now has a fiscal note attached. But the note shows zero state cost and little local cost, so it doesn't do much.
What a day! I am wiped.
I had a friend who was in new product development for a large computer company. He liked to change jobs with in the company working in different division. He thought that if he made himself irreplaceable that it would make it difficult to change. He retired just before a merger not wanting to deal with the politics. I heard from a mutual friend that his wife has not retired her old shopping habits so he might try to pick up a little work here and there.
Even trying to get Ash into a bathtub seems like more trouble than it’s worth. My friend charged $25 to wash, rinse, dry, fluff, fold, clean ears, and trim claws. I’d have to spend more than that on wine to get through a Pet Bath!
The vet charges more to wash Wednesday, because she has to be sedated.
!!!
Cats, our furniture is or their convenience.
Really.
Typo alert: For their convenience.
We exist only to serve.
Anyone here?
*Echo*
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