One good xkcd deserves another... Until you make the app, we can always send text from our dreams.We should all get together and make an app that records dreams (video+sound)
Sigh. The GOOD news is that somehow, nights I don't get a lot of sleep are days I sell lots at the market.
Where's my coffee? I might need to mainline it.
Who has breakfast ready?
No, I have a two day farmer's market weekly. When a not-enough-sleep night coincides with a "have to be nice to people and pretend to be nice AND awake AND competent" day (i.e. market days) I tend to sell a lot of cheesecake.wow, those nights you don't get a lot of sleep are days you are busy making for the next day(s) ahead? Or just super excited for the following day?
When you're "helpless damsel in distress" face doesn't work at the hardware store, put on your "I'm about to have a major hissy fit cause I haven't been able to get any help for the last 30 minutes, and I'm tired of wandering around the store for a non existence person" face. Works every time.
I dont ever take the "helpless" stance. Im not helpless! In fact,I know more about home improvements than most men do! But when I go in a store the guys stereotype me in the "helpless" group.Im proactive and not reactive. I always go find me someone to help me asap. My time is as valuable as theirs isIt is frustrating but whats a gal to do?
I shall issue you an RMA so you can send it to me for service.It's official. My laptop is no longer worth using. The audio is glitching because the computer is freezing because the computer is overheating and because it's overheating the wifi stops working for me.
Well, honestly? He should probably know what's in that blog. It should be stuff you discuss with him and not really with the public at large. I hope you have that relationship with him. If not? I hope his reading your blog brings about that closeness.Oh crap... My husband is reading my blog... That wasn't supposed to happen.
He's my husband, why am I concerned that he's reading it? Well... I don't know, but I am.
Oh crap... My husband is reading my blog... That wasn't supposed to happen.
He's my husband, why am I concerned that he's reading it? Well... I don't know, but I am.