Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

RS you promised you wouldn't tell!

And I have toys for that, I do not make use of the candlesticks. Possibly in a dire emergency, but still. . .
 
4 days of work then two days chasing a fix that does not exist... starting all over again. Was to be No.11
 
I dedicate this, my 15,000th post to BCJ4 who was the one who pointed out that it would in fact be my 15,000th. Clearly I talk too much.

congrats on your 15K. :)
i mailed you a homemade cake, it should arrive via post in about 3 weeks.

maybe i should have sealed it somehow... dammit. :(
 
Work has me spending a few days in some northern town, north of 60. From here, I will drive even further north, where it is night for almost 24 hours.

Since my last trip up here, the hotel has completed some upgrades and renos. One of these improvements was the replacement of the original elevator, which was a charming, tiny, cage of chance, complete with accordion-style steel door that had to be rattled shut before the car would ascend, pulled grudgingly heavenward, by squeaky pulleys and wire.

The new one is a speedy son of a bitch, hoisted and lowered by hydraulics. It even has a charming woman's voice, that announces floors and direction of travel, for those riders who may have imbibed too much scotch and dark ale, and forgotten where they were going, when the door swooshes open.

I was delighted to discover that the elevator girl behind the speaker speaks in an Irish accent (feckin' hell!). I rode the elevator up and down several times tonight, just hanging out with her. I'm sure the gentleman behind the check-in desk was confused by my repeated appearances, every time the door opened to the lobby, but I don't care.

I will fall into sleep tonight, smiling like a twit, remembering the sweet Irish lilt of the elevator speaker, musically announcing "third floor", "going down", and "reception". This, coupled with the cold northern wind outside, will have me dreaming about the new elevator, wrapped snuggly in an over-sized Aran Sweater.
 
Help!
Rather thin-skinned, overly-sensitive woman allergic to conflict needs unvarnished advice from sensible HT folk.

So I have a new man-friend... :eek:

He has definite opinions about the landscape design of the lady garden that conflict with my own strongly-held preferences. How do I say, 'I'd really rather not,' without having to say, 'I'd really rather not,'?

:rolleyes:
 
Help!
Rather thin-skinned, overly-sensitive woman allergic to conflict needs unvarnished advice from sensible HT folk.

So I have a new man-friend... :eek:

He has definite opinions about the landscape design of the lady garden that conflict with my own strongly-held preferences. How do I say, 'I'd really rather not,' without having to say, 'I'd really rather not,'?

:rolleyes:

a certain rolling stones song comes to mind...
 
:confused: Sorry, not really familiar with them.

oh, sorry
the song is "you can't always get what you want".

in other words, if your gentleman caller isn't thrilled by your landscaping preferences, then he may no longer be invited to visit your garden. :)
 
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