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Well, no. The least you could do is nothing. I am ever so glad you don't do that though. My life would be much less entertaining. xd
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Although, why you feel you need to be grateful to anyone daft enough to be sitting around drenched in Mango Chicken water, is a whole different matter.
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There may have been a teeny-weeny little incident that ended up with half the kitchen being covered in Mango Chicken water.
Well, not half the kitchen. Just the stove, and the front of the oven. And the bench in front of the microwave. And the cupboard door closest to the stove. And about a square metre of floor. And the tea towel. And my tracky dacks. And my slippers. On the upside, the drunk cat didn't get caught in it. Although he is sniffing at the floor right now with a confused expression on his face.... |
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Heh, porridge all over you PJ's.
... and, to be completely honest, the whole Mango Chicken all over the kitchen thing? Entirely my fault. At least the porridge was out of your control. I shook a jar with water in it, and found out after the first shake that the lid wasn't on properly. Oops. ... so why is no one here buying radials? I love mine, it's the best wallpaper ever. Even better than the one with Ant as Phantom. I realise it's almost sacrilegious to say such a thing. xd |
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It seems to be because no one is coming in. The radials are cool, I love them. If people would come and see then they'd know.....
We have that problem at work a lot lately. It's all well and good to say we need to sell a certain amount of stock each day, but if no one comes into the shop, it's impossible to sell. GAH! If I had the slightest hope that you'd let me pay for one, I'd order a radial off you. *sigh* |
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I know I get them for free. Fantastically wonderful woman that you are. heart
And they come, in small amounts, but they are just ... what's the word? Gawkers? Sticky beakers? In a good way. They're just having a look-see. Sooner or later someone who's actually looking to buy will come in. You know how you have to be in the right mood to spend? I can go shopping sometimes and not spend a cent, even if there's something I really like, but other times I'll only see rubbish, but I'll still buy it. (Like the set of graphic pencils that I was coveting about four years ago, and had completely forgotten about, but bought on an impulse the other day. Ordered, anyway. Haven't heard back from that bloke yet...... maybe I should go in tomorrow and see if they're in....) I can't remember what I was saying.... I'm going to wander off now, and I'll be back to carry on this convo tomorrow. |
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... I thought you had to have the police check for your job? And insurance is good. Unless you're insuring an instrument, they all seem to have a very weird clause that says it's fine to kill your instrument while you're outside your house.... as long as you aren't using it. Of course, if my clarinet ever dies a horrible death (touch wood that it doesn't) outside of my house, it's going to happen while it's locked up in it's safe little box, not being used. Pfft. (And, yes, I realise sarcasm doesn't work so well in the written for.)
So, anyway, for the most part, I'll only go shopping when I need something, but if I'm in the right mood, I'll wander around and buy all sorts of random stuff. Graphic pencils, dresses - things I don't use. xd |
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Of course that would be a bad thing! All those random strangers looking at you naked! Not for public viewing.
And to be honest, I still haven't gotten my graphic pencils... they're still on order. I'm currently using a dodgy Papermate HB. Pfft. You're lucky you're not a bloke. They can't be alone with a student at all. It was a fairly major problem when Dad was still teaching. One year I think he had three students, all girls, and if two were sick on the same day, he wasn't allowed to be alone with the third. The school secretary had to hang around to supervise. Blah. |
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