It's 4*C outside with an average 30mph wind, gusting to 45 or so, and it's dark. I have just heard an ice cream van go past. I think that maybe I have changed plains of reality.
Yep, that sounds like England to me...
I think I would have described it in terms more... expletive ridden and angry.Yeah, it's not fair at all. (Nicest thing I can say about the situation.)
This happened to me once. *looks at nail* I got better.I got ambushed by one of their kin just before Christmas. Not the "Can I help you?" breed but the "Can I show you something?" kind.
Turned out to be some sort of home manicure thingy. She kept going on about Dead Sea Salts or something while she did things to my middle finger. I should have just politely said "no," but by the time I realized that she had a hold of my hand.
My nail is still a bit glaringly and disturbingly shiny.
Afternoon gang. I have spent time in The Real World having dinner out with friends. Fun times.
Whut up?