I Like Pickles

The title of this blog has absolutely nothing to do with it.

I don't know that it has to do with anything, actually...

Um, yeah.

So, remember my last post? If not, scroll down...and you're speshul. Anyway, I figured out how I'm gonna propose. Some of you already know. If you don't, and want to, well, you'll just have to wait a bit. I don't want to put anything where it might get read by those who should not yet read it...yeah.

(INTERJECTION: Is it just me, or is it a horrible sign of the direction mankind is going that my spell checker did NOT flag 'gonna'?)

But yeah. Things are moving along quite nicely. She's actually started planning pretty seriously, too. My favorite part: I HAVEN'T EVEN PROPOSED! tee hee. But she asked me if I had any problems with it. I told her to go ahead and get a jump on it, by all means. She has given herself some boundaries, however: No dress or cake until she has a ring. Which is incentive for me I guess...I can't wait to taste test cakes!

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I'm nearing the end of a twelve hour holiday shift. In other words, I've been surrounded for the past 11.5 hours by individuals who should have met their end as a natural adhesive, joining two pages of a magazine together. The simplest of tasks are made so complicated by them. And the most menial circumstance can cause so much grief. They complain when another won't let a matter be dropped, yet they refuse to drop it themselves. It's as simple as shutting your own ephing mouth! If you don't say anything to them, they have no reason to say any more to you. And if they do, that's when I yell* at them. Not at you. By making your word-hole be closed, you have given me no reason to speak to you in such a manner. Shut up. Take a breath. Get on with life.

*Ok, so I don't actually 'yell' per se, but rather correct in a stern manner
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Ok, so that was my rant to clients at work. Not you. If you didn't figure that out, slap yourself. I'll wait.
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Thank you.

That's really all I've got for now. And I'll leave you with my regular sign off, despite having already basically said it in the previous sentence.

That is all.