Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

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If this boy does not sleep soon I may lose what is left of my tiny mind.

One of my strategies was to read or talk to my kids in a very monotonous tempo and tone of voice. I'd read them book with no inflection or excitement in my voice. It gave them the comfort of my presence when they needed it, and they'd nod off pretty quickly. Good luck :)
 
Why are little kid birthday parties so much more amusing when said little kid refuses to cooperate even slightly?
 
Why are little kid birthday parties so much more amusing when said little kid refuses to cooperate even slightly?

Because otherwise you need Kinko the Clown or a woman who can't hold her booze. Present company excepted, naturally.

That and booze.


True story time. Had a combination kid birthday party / backyard BBQ with a cooler for the grown ups. Just as the presents are being unwrapped a mom sloshed up and told me she loved me. As her husband poured her into the car she was yelling "I love you <my name>". Didn't see that family at kid's parties much after that.
 
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That and booze.
There was beer at this lil soirée, but I actually behaved for a change.

Because otherwise you need Kinko the Clown or a woman who can't hold her booze. Present company excepted, naturally.

True story time. Had a combination kid birthday party / backyard BBQ with a cooler for the grown ups. Just as the presents are being unwrapped a mom sloshed up and told me she loved me. As her husband poured her into the car she was yelling "I love you <my name>". Didn't see that family at kid's parties much after that.

Drunk love is the best love. :D

I really really wanted to get out of bed, get dressed again, and run to the convenience store for a 9v battery. Thank you smoke detector for making my dreams a reality, and for letting me know how unsafe we were with one beep per minute until you got your damn battery replaced.
 
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Drunk love is the best love. :D

And hungover regret is the worst regret. :rolleyes:

I really really wanted to get out of bed, get dressed again, and run to the convenience store for a 9v battery. Thank you smoke detector for making my dreams a reality, and for letting me know how unsafe we were with one beep per minute until you got your damn battery replaced.

Technology is a cruel, cruel mistress.
 
I hate running a company. I think I'd rather strip naked, smother myself in honey and poke a gristly bear with a stick whilst sucking on the barrel of a loaded pistol.
 
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Two more deadlines met. I'm afraid the place is going to burn to the ground when I take two days off. Laptop is staying home so too bad!

Just remember to tape your picture to the door so they can still talk to you while you're away. Or give you the one finger salute, depending on how far things have gone off the rails.
 
Well, the silver lining here is that you’d have more time to dedicate to the Bora Bora fundraising. :D

Excellent point. More likely they will make me rebuild the whole thing and bitch that I'm not doing it fast enough.

Just remember to tape your picture to the door so they can still talk to you while you're away. Or give you the one finger salute, depending on how far things have gone off the rails.

They will text me on my personal phone. That's been the standard operating procedure every time I've taken a day off for the past year. I was on the way back from a coworker's funeral, and they called me while i was driving. It's pretty far off the rails.
 
I am reminded of an old proverb that the enemy of career growth and advancement is allowing yourself to be made indispensable.
 
You're a good mumma bear. <3

Speaking of care packages. I'm getting to the point where I'm willing to pay someone to have sex with me. *sigh*

And the sound of Lit men buying plane tickets has suddenly become deafening. :rose:

The little in the bday party pics on FB calls me Mama Bear, or as close to that as a 1 year old can manage, because that's what her daddy has always called me. :heart:
 
I've got to say, at this point I think it's easier to pay a professional. Plus, there's no real queue at my doorstep like people seem to think there is.

Loved those pics on Facie. Little one is adorable. :heart:

I knew a professional male escort years ago. He worked as a security guard at one of the companies I worked for, and he was smoking hot, so of course, I befriended him. He seemed wildly enthusiastic about his side job. Even had a website. I never employed his services, as I was currently otherwise engaged at the time. Can't say I wouldn't have considered it though if I hadn't been.

How nice would it be to have it be completely about you and get to say "The money is on the bedside table. Get out." ;)

Isn't she dear? I love that she looks like she could be mine even though there is no blood relation there at all. She even has the attitude.
 

I offended someone today in regard to Hef's death. They made a comment that he had his 72 virgins on earth, and I piped up that I was pretty sure those weren't virgins. I guess his mom must have been a bunny or something as he got all tweaked. He knew some of those bunnies damn it! And my question "in the biblical sense?" just made things soooo much worse. *sigh*
 
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