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lamia_primeSo.
A week or so back, I discovered (as you may remember) that a latte on an empty stomach with meds gives Lamia hives by sunset.
So now we are experimenting, got myself some stuffed grape leaves (which boss claimed were candy bars, and refused to believe otherwise) and a small raspberry mocha latte (nectar!).
I wouldn't be so wrapped up in a latte (I mean, sheesh!) except that for the past few nights, I have been having latte dreams. That's messed up, somehow, but I can't yet figure out in which way. Considering that the other night, I had a nightmare that demon babies were summoned up and were only bloody spinal cords with talon-tipped arms and the top half of their skulls, and went hunting to claw out gobbets of flesh from victims to give themselves more mass and body (each chunk of flesh they claimed formed their bodies that much more). And then followed that up with a musical comedy dream, all singing all dancing all good lighting and smiling performers. Me and my weird subconscious. But between those two, I think a dream about a latte may be pretty dull.
So now I have my latte, a gallon jug of water, another stuffed grape leaf yet to eat, and we shall see if I explode into glorious hives *sigh*
In other news, we have a client who is old enough to know better (70's?), who'd fathered a child on a woman who was clearly expecting to be the next Anna Nicole Smith, and he's thwarted her by continuing to live, in spite of her firing a shotgun at him, and beating him with s golf club, I think. They have mutual PFA's against each other, and she's got one of his cars, and is racking up traffic tickets in his name like you would not believe! Poor guy has awful legal bills, but she's got arrest warrants out for her in multiple Jurisdictions, so it's only a matter of time. Anyway, this morning I was sent out to find her vehicle. It's a small town, people are incredibly lazy, and they're both in court, so the Explorer was exactly where we expected it to be. Was it light colored? Yes. Was there a roof rack? Yes. Was the sticker on the plate expired? Not until the end of the month. Did the license plate numbers match the ones the client gave (and he gave two cuz he wasn't exactly sure, see?)? Mmmmm not exactly, but close enough that I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt. But none of the stickers were expired, alas, nor was the meter. But at least now we may have the correct plate. Oy.
So that has been my morning. Exciting, eh?
And Michael Jackson is cleared of all charges. It's a vague relief to know that even in this litiginous society, where people can sue the owner of the car for running over their hand when they're busy stealing the hubcap, when a woman can sue a fast food restaurant for her slipping on a slipped drink on the floor, after she'd just thrown said drink at her boyfriend and tried to walk out in a huff, when a parent can successfully sue their dog-owning neighbor when the dog bites the kid, even though it's been proved that the kid had been shooting the dog with a bb gun and had climbed over the diving fence to poke the dog up close and personal, that a nasty lying woman who has taught her children to lie, who has scammed the welfare system (that wouldbe MY tax dollars, thank you), and who tries to freeload off of anyone who will have her, that she can be safely ignored and her allegations repudiated, her behavior offensive enough that the jury cannot find her a reliable witness, and that she's now going to have to lay low until the government loses her welfare files and she can start again.
Meh.
Where's the runaway bride media frenzy when we need one?
A week or so back, I discovered (as you may remember) that a latte on an empty stomach with meds gives Lamia hives by sunset.
So now we are experimenting, got myself some stuffed grape leaves (which boss claimed were candy bars, and refused to believe otherwise) and a small raspberry mocha latte (nectar!).
I wouldn't be so wrapped up in a latte (I mean, sheesh!) except that for the past few nights, I have been having latte dreams. That's messed up, somehow, but I can't yet figure out in which way. Considering that the other night, I had a nightmare that demon babies were summoned up and were only bloody spinal cords with talon-tipped arms and the top half of their skulls, and went hunting to claw out gobbets of flesh from victims to give themselves more mass and body (each chunk of flesh they claimed formed their bodies that much more). And then followed that up with a musical comedy dream, all singing all dancing all good lighting and smiling performers. Me and my weird subconscious. But between those two, I think a dream about a latte may be pretty dull.
So now I have my latte, a gallon jug of water, another stuffed grape leaf yet to eat, and we shall see if I explode into glorious hives *sigh*
In other news, we have a client who is old enough to know better (70's?), who'd fathered a child on a woman who was clearly expecting to be the next Anna Nicole Smith, and he's thwarted her by continuing to live, in spite of her firing a shotgun at him, and beating him with s golf club, I think. They have mutual PFA's against each other, and she's got one of his cars, and is racking up traffic tickets in his name like you would not believe! Poor guy has awful legal bills, but she's got arrest warrants out for her in multiple Jurisdictions, so it's only a matter of time. Anyway, this morning I was sent out to find her vehicle. It's a small town, people are incredibly lazy, and they're both in court, so the Explorer was exactly where we expected it to be. Was it light colored? Yes. Was there a roof rack? Yes. Was the sticker on the plate expired? Not until the end of the month. Did the license plate numbers match the ones the client gave (and he gave two cuz he wasn't exactly sure, see?)? Mmmmm not exactly, but close enough that I was willing to give the benefit of the doubt. But none of the stickers were expired, alas, nor was the meter. But at least now we may have the correct plate. Oy.
So that has been my morning. Exciting, eh?
And Michael Jackson is cleared of all charges. It's a vague relief to know that even in this litiginous society, where people can sue the owner of the car for running over their hand when they're busy stealing the hubcap, when a woman can sue a fast food restaurant for her slipping on a slipped drink on the floor, after she'd just thrown said drink at her boyfriend and tried to walk out in a huff, when a parent can successfully sue their dog-owning neighbor when the dog bites the kid, even though it's been proved that the kid had been shooting the dog with a bb gun and had climbed over the diving fence to poke the dog up close and personal, that a nasty lying woman who has taught her children to lie, who has scammed the welfare system (that wouldbe MY tax dollars, thank you), and who tries to freeload off of anyone who will have her, that she can be safely ignored and her allegations repudiated, her behavior offensive enough that the jury cannot find her a reliable witness, and that she's now going to have to lay low until the government loses her welfare files and she can start again.
Meh.
Where's the runaway bride media frenzy when we need one?
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Date: 2005-06-14 01:44 pm (UTC)I have plain clothes coffee and that seems to help me move this morning but nothing fancy.
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Date: 2005-06-14 01:51 pm (UTC)*worships at the altar of raspberry mochaness*
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Date: 2005-06-14 01:57 pm (UTC)Points to expensive bakery bread of gloriousness.
If I am going to get sick on white flour it better be something glorious and not run o' the mill sliced loaf thingy.