Posted on 01/09/2015 7:26:09 PM PST by RegulatorCountry
An accountant at a New York ad firm leaped to his death because he was hallucinating that the mannequins at his Manhattan office were chasing him, it was claimed today. David Caquais, 43, opened at window at Catch NY on the fourth floor of a building in Manhattan's Garment District and jumped out about 9pm on January 2. The New York Post reports that Mr Caquais screamed 'They're after me! They're after me!' as he ran around his office and attempted to kick out windows.
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I have never said that.
My Truth is always unvarnished.
It may be gold- or even nickle-plated, but it is always unvarnished.
The “natural, organic, unvarnished Bob.
Back from Walmart where I got my prescription and the gauze (the. Very. last. box.) and a roll of paper tape (the. very. last. roll.)
The prescription protocol lists all the side effects that I get when I take these BP meds, so I probably won’t be taking it for long.
I’m pretty breathless this morning and when I go in to feed and water the Sparkle-thing, I’ll have a breathing treatment. She is almost ready to come out of the bedroom.
She will pet me in the middle of the night and almost whisper her mews, wanting me to pet her, but not wanting to disturb me. It’s sweet. :o])
Testing new tagline...
Ever eaten at Capriotti’s? Apparently there are several in your area.
Paper, or plastic?
: )
I like Capriotti’s pastrami sandwiches, but I have the slaw on the side.
It’s pretty good food. I also like Firehouse Subs and Jimmy John’s. All of them are so much better than Subway, it isn’t funny.
“celebrating”
Afternoon. I blew a tire on the van on my way home from church, fortunately just yards from a Firestone shop. DP came and got me, and we’ll go back for it when they call.
Thanks
YOIKS! I hope you’re OK. Blowing a tire is scary if you’re on the road. The only time I had a flat tire behind the wheel was a day when I pulled into my driveway and heard a hissing sound as I shut off the engine. Left front tire was going flat with me in the driver’s seat.
Busdaddy brought over his W-2 forms, so as soon as he tells me who he wants to file with (commercial online company or the IRS directly) I will get started on them. I should get paid for this. Now the neighbor wants me to do his...
The wind is blowing today, so when I’ve had to be outside, I’ve worn a mask, but I’m still having trouble breathing. I hope it’s not a side-effect (listed, of course) of the BP meds, because it means I will have to quit it after the first dose. Which is usually what happens. I don’t usually get past the first dose because the second dose produces more symptoms. By the third dose, I’m in misery.
Cash or barter as if they pay you by check they can claim it is your fault if anything goes wrong.
Or tell the neighbor that you’d like to help, but really can’t. The liability risk to you is substantial, since you’re not a bonded tax practitioner. They can go to the library, the American Legion, a senior citizens’ agency ...
I took the corner wrong and scraped the tire against the curb. I heard air leaking immediately and drove straight to the tire shop.
I’m sure the neighbor planned on paying me something, or he never would have asked me to do it. I’m not signing my name to anything, and if they don’t like it, they can pay a professional.
I did returns for a friend for several years and told him that there was only so much I could do without receipts. Sure enough, IRS audited and he owed about $5000 in taxes. it took several years to pay that bill... I told him it was his own fault because he didn’t listen to me; I refused to sign my name on any of them.
How are things with you? Did you ever move? And are you still doing homemade soaps and scents? I’m reading the Percy Jackson books again. I’m in the middle of the third one. Good stories, but oh, my, I get so breathless at all the challenges, one after another!!!
I think I've had it happen at least three times to me while I've been at highway speed. This is usually the worst time for such.
The only advantage is that for most of us, we may be traveling alone, and we can embellish the danger and drama of our adventure as much as we wish.
Not that I would do such a thing, of course. Pure, unvarnished (Ahem!!) ... er, truth is what I always present for my gentle reader's consumption.
These days, the danger from passing traffic is greater than the danger from your suddenly necessary stop. I find that regular flats can be as annoying or even more troublesome problems.
They just called to say the new tire is on the van. We needed to take Sally and Elen to church for choir, anyway. I think I’ll pick up some Pink Drink at HT, too. It’s been that kind of afternoon.
I won’t do taxes for people I don’t know well. I tell them to go to the senior center or to a bonded preparer, and also tell them I will not sign, so if they don’t like the conditions, they are free to go elsewhere.
At least with the information online, I don’t have to be confused by the written instructions. Unlike a checkbook or bank account where I’m on my own with a mind that throws tantrums...
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