Yeah I never kill spiders, unless they land on me or something and I just get startled. I have a dedicated Spider Cup for catching them (and it was just barely big enough for the one today ).
Flies though… I farging hate flies. I’m smack those buzzy bastards right out of the air.
You remind me that I need to record new readings of some of my stories. I’ve found it’s a vital editing step for tightening up the pace and rhythm – and some things that look fine on the page sound awkward when spoken aloud.
No camera, but I just put on the terrific pale blue silk shirt I found at a yard sale last Saturday for a dollar. It’s a men’s shirt, too. So there’s a pocket, and pockets rule.
Just be glad it wasn’t one of the “slim fit” shirts which often come without a pocket…they do give me the appearance of less of a beergut, but no breast pocket?
I work in customer service, and our calls are “graded” throughout the month. After a spectacularly bad call in August (a difficult customer, an odd and unique situation, and just being caught off guard) I wanted to bounce back for September.
Just got my last review in, and my month average is 96%.
I feel you about talking with the IRS…a lot of times it’s a nice enough person on the line, but…it takes so long 100% of the time!
Well…I bought three 24 oz cans of Steel Reserve 211, filled the tank with gasoline, and taking a roundabout way back home behind a cemetery, saw a cool young buck/stag deer ambling across the road.
See a lot of does and fawns, but hardly ever ones with antlers.
AND I parked in my carport such that my downstairsnik will have difficulty opening her driver’s seat door. Plus, I added comprehensive insurance to my collision insurance, so there!
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Here’s my one great accomplishment for today.
No, I’m not joking. The HOA allows ADA trained service dogs, but no others. And I like dogs, and vice versa.
Too many scofflaws, forcing me to pay hundreds of dollars in fees when I have music playing at a reasonable level to drown out of these beasts who should be (i) trained or (ii) if not possible, have their vocal cords clipped.
I pay a sh*tload every month to that damned HOA. And they don’t do ess for me. */
I successfully kept from mercilessly mocking the last idiot who literally asked me, “Are the machines with the out of order signs on them working?” On second thought that required a rather herculean effort so… And just for the record… No, they aren’t.