son of the isolated blurts thread!

Approaching the end, I fear. I'm feeling way past done. Tired of arguing, of being ignored, of feeling like an after-thought.

:rose:

sometimes you have to buy yourself the flowers.

you deserve a beautiful garden with butterflies. frogs. lizards. a stray cat safe haven.
 
Approaching the end, I fear. I'm feeling way past done. Tired of arguing, of being ignored, of feeling like an after-thought.

Here, amongst your friends, with all these shoulders and ears, you will never be ignored or feel like an after . . .Oh, look! A butterfly . . .

;):rose::kiss:

You know how to find all us if you ever need to talk. :rose:
 
Approaching the end, I fear. I'm feeling way past done. Tired of arguing, of being ignored, of feeling like an after-thought.

Been there too, love. It's painful when you know you would run into the burning building to save them, and have to wonder if they would even bother to call 911 if the situation were reversed.

Giant hugs, and a bottle of tequila if it would help, if not--sleep over, brunch, pillow fights, bubbles, and giggles at my house. (Or maybe a lil of column A . . a little of column B. . . ) :rose:
 
I'm just using post #6,000 to say again what a lucky person I am to have found this forum and found a beautiful person like Rainshine. Even if her pants are hideous. :heart:
 
If anyone has a time machine that they're willing to hire out, please let me know.
 
That's so sweet, I'm going to tell Princess Ratbag that one.

I wanted this...
http://ringlesswife.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/fairy-bread.jpg

Sounds like you need to have a fairy party. I did it for my girl's 6th bday. We had it at dusk, I made cheap fairy wands out of sticks, flowers, and ribbon, and fairy wings out of ribbons, wire hangers, and white panty hose. Fairy wing how-to I airbrushed them afterwards. We sang songs, told stories, had snacks, cupcakes, and caught fireflies. It was a lot of fun. Wish I had known about fairy bread!
 
To whom should I address this complaint? Last night my bottle of wine appeared full, but by the time I had drained it, it was clear that there had not been enough wine in the bottle.
 
To whom should I address this complaint? Last night my bottle of wine appeared full, but by the time I had drained it, it was clear that there had not been enough wine in the bottle.

This has happened to me many times. It is simply outrageous! I wrote my congressman, but well, you can imagine how that went.

And now to my blurt!

I don't know why I think this is sooooo funny
 
I could post that to a certain numpty!

You could indeed. It is appropriate for many occasions. :D

Clientele? Hell, I could post that to a couple of my co-workers.

Actually I could too, but today, all I had were residents of Dumbfuckistan in my inbox. The one client sent me three emails on a subject we have already covered on 3 previous emails. She keeps asking. I keep telling her exactly what she needs to do before I can fulfill her request, and she keeps telling me how that is too hard, just fix it. That is when I took a break to post, and beat my head on the desk for a little bit.

My coworkers left me alone today. I've been pulling my bad cop routine lately so they got the memo without me actually having to send it. I'm sweet as pie, until I'm not. These days? I'm not.
 
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