Oh I am healthily dosed with a whole mess of a bit of definite dissatisfaction now. Suggesting you don't like humid heat is sort of an insult to summer. It is something like tempting fate. It's like when you said something would never happen but you forgot to knock on wood. And you are in the throws of summer now, are you not? Yikes. A thunderstorm is going to hover above without quite breaking loose any rain, just stagnant heat, and then your AC is going out in your car tomorrow. Or maybe your office. Summer is coming for you, man.
Do you have to wear a suit to work? If so I suppose I do feel a bit sorry for you now - suits and summer are not compatible. I wonder if summer is satisfied yet. What if that storm cloud follows you around all week? Poor you.
There is a delicate balance here, Galen, and you've tipped the scale too far in the opposite direction now that I feel sorry for you, and I am dissatisfied again. Sigh.
Take heart Gin, I'm wearing shorts at the moment, not a suit. In fact, suits are not a thing at work for me anymore fortunately. Yay!
Also, don't be dissatisfied.
In the storm cloud I saw beautiful shapes and patterns that made me smile
Summer means lovely walks on the beach (where I risk sandation, the ondirion of being inundated with sand upon one's body for weeks after leaving the beach)
I work in transport refrigeration so broken AC gets rectified
So...There's always an upside. I'd hate for you to be dissatisfied. You don't deserve it, so I've found positive from the negative.
Oh very good. I'm relieved. The scale is balanced once more. That is very brave of you to risk sandation. I once saw a man outside his vehicle at the beach slapping the backs of his legs viciously with a towel, over and over again, and then began smacking himself with it everywhere, and a part of me was wondering if someone should intervene. Maybe I ought to - was I being that person that just stands there while a person mauls...himself? And then I realized he was simply experiencing sandation. Poor guy. I have immunity to sandation - I roll fearlessly in sand.
Anyway, have a good rest of your summery day. It is winter and it is night and I am cold.
Oh it is and I will not be satisfied until I am sure there is no sarcasm in those words;)
You know me well...There's was some sarcasm.
Just a bit.
Ok, maybe a little more than a bit.
Ok, maybe a fairly healthy dose.
Ok, bugger it, maybe a whole mess of sarcasm.
Ok, not maybe, definitely.
There, you happy now?
Oh I am healthily dosed with a whole mess of a bit of definite dissatisfaction now. Suggesting you don't like humid heat is sort of an insult to summer. It is something like tempting fate. It's like when you said something would never happen but you forgot to knock on wood. And you are in the throws of summer now, are you not? Yikes. A thunderstorm is going to hover above without quite breaking loose any rain, just stagnant heat, and then your AC is going out in your car tomorrow. Or maybe your office. Summer is coming for you, man.
Alright, I'm feeling less dissatisfied now ;)
It's funny you should say this; coincidental.
Only today...
So, I hope your happy, your foretelling seems to be accurate. Poor me.
Do you have to wear a suit to work? If so I suppose I do feel a bit sorry for you now - suits and summer are not compatible. I wonder if summer is satisfied yet. What if that storm cloud follows you around all week? Poor you.
There is a delicate balance here, Galen, and you've tipped the scale too far in the opposite direction now that I feel sorry for you, and I am dissatisfied again. Sigh.
Take heart Gin, I'm wearing shorts at the moment, not a suit. In fact, suits are not a thing at work for me anymore fortunately. Yay!
Also, don't be dissatisfied.
So...There's always an upside. I'd hate for you to be dissatisfied. You don't deserve it, so I've found positive from the negative.
I still don't like the fkn humidity though.
Oh very good. I'm relieved. The scale is balanced once more. That is very brave of you to risk sandation. I once saw a man outside his vehicle at the beach slapping the backs of his legs viciously with a towel, over and over again, and then began smacking himself with it everywhere, and a part of me was wondering if someone should intervene. Maybe I ought to - was I being that person that just stands there while a person mauls...himself? And then I realized he was simply experiencing sandation. Poor guy. I have immunity to sandation - I roll fearlessly in sand.
Anyway, have a good rest of your summery day. It is winter and it is night and I am cold.