Oh, and KB? I'm not drunk- yet.;)

(Actually, no drinking- I have to work tomorrow, then come home, cook dinner and DO DISHES!!!)

So... last night we were wating for another person to show up. I texted what I thought was her cell phone. It was a simple question, but since I was in a mood, I altered the spelling and it became kind of rude. She got there and I asked her if she got my text. She said no. I have no idea who I texted. I got the number from my recieved call log, but it didn't have a name. This morning my cell went off, it was the same number I texted last night. I didn't answer it.

I have decided that drunk texting can be just as bad as drunk dialing.

All I had asked was, "Are you coming?" but my spelling was off.

:blush:

yeah, I can sooo dig it. :mad: the twit who's supposed to be keeping up my place rarely does and it seems to take an act of congress or near homici......

oh wait....

I live alone.

:blush:

Throw Momma-In-Law from the Train.

Why do people insist on driving 85 in 0 visibility without their headlights on? People, you can't see. Slow down.

So, is there anything more annoying than the repeated snickety-snack of nail clippers in a public confined space?

Yes. If each snickety-snack is followed by a tiny impact as the offender's nail offal-come-missiles pelt you.

ZOMG no! You have them too? When did this become okay?

I don't know. I'm fine with one or two quick snips. I understand that, you snag a nail and you take care of it.

But last night on the plane I think the woman behind me must have been offering free manicures and pedicures it went on so long.

We had a few of those in my old office. It was disgusting.