Don’t dance too hard yet. I’ll let you know when the Package Bunneh is on the way. One shirt is from a motorcycle club, and I forget the other two.
The logos on the shirts are immaterial (no pun intended) because I will be wearing them at night.
I took the pork to Charlie but he was asleep and it was only after I rang his bell for the third time that he answered the door. Poor guy!
While I was at the remada today, the person I love to hate was there, along with four people who were running for Board Positions. I asked her if she could translate the flyer I had composed and printed up yesterday, and she was hesitant and said she she would try. She was born in Argentina, and has a limited knowledge of American English, so I wasn’t too confident.
Then someone suggested we ask the Senior Rep, as she is fluent in both languages because of her job. We told Berta that Cathy would do it, as she does all the Spanish for the forms that are distributed.
Well. Berta was SO ticked off about the change that she scribbled a note to the guy she had been having an affair with, and ripped him a new one. (Insert your choice of nouns.)
Rather than confront any of us, she preferred to take it out on the guy who didn’t want her. I told him he needed to save all this stuff because one never knows where a scorned lover will go next. The woman needs help. SOON!
Zeke said he didn’t need to, but I would feel really bad if Berta did something that could have been prevented!