Waders to the rescue! :fishing:

Easy grip handle?

On the other foot, I cannot be without socks.

I have short arms, so the most comfortable (regardless of dry/wet condition) is 3/4 sleeves.

My honey is too, so I either put three pairs of regular socks on or put the wool socks on and a pair over them for him.

We have a mini monster with 4 legs and a big mouth and she not-so-vaguely resembles Molly, our half Lab/Dobie.

On a side :sock: note, and to post in here for Molly, while she does covet socks she HATES feet.....except mine. She likes my feet but never steals my socks. Interesting...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Foot bondage. Love it!

I have small feet, so the average :sock: size of 9-11 makes my feet swim in it. I totally relate.

I am not so Judgy McJudgerson about feet. I just don't like them. Touch mine, fine. I. Will. Not. Touch. Yours. Ick!

I have always had acne. Subversive little dots, so hopefully, I won't have to worry about you sacking me and attacking my face.

Should that happen, I might have to go ninja on you. :ninja:

I HATE people touching my face and hair. HATE. IT.

I'll take your tucked sheets. My feet are always cold (poor circulation) so I need the tucked sheets to preserve what little warmth I have.

Hair in the bathroom sink.... Ruffles my lil grey head.... Nuff said.. :twitch:

Sharp knives in the kitchen sink. Did someone purposely place it there so I could cut my finger off? Come on, it's not hard to place them behind the faucet until dishes are done. The knives here are very SHARP and I don't want to put my fingers in with something that can cut a can in half and still cut my tomatoes paper thin.

People who come into my personal space uninvited. I don't want you there, please leave.

People who wanna get all touchy feel-y on me. Don't put your hands on me unless you have my permission. A hug of greeting when we haven't seen each other in awhile is acceptable.

People who tell their life story to the cashier. Hello? I'm behind you and I'd really like to check out. No one wants to hear it or really cares about it... move on, talk to your friends. If you don't have any... find some in the aisles or something but DON'T hold up the check out line. I'm here because I'm ready to LEAVE not to stand there and listen to you blather about your life. Can you see the cashier's glazed eyes? She's only being polite because she's not allowed to tell you shut up and leave!

lmao... you have to remember when dealing with sinks "hands below the elbow... hands below the elbow"... lol

QueenofQueens:
Scarf:
Fetish object. Talisman. Shield from all evil.


i can appreciate your comments ;)

I have a spin-off to report. I work in tattoo shops where generally speaking, a cacophony of conflicting noises seems to elicit extreme pleasure from most of the failed rock stars that make their living this way. Save the one typing this.
If I hear the sound effects from Grand Theft Auto layered over a death metal band, layered over a moronic discussion about graffiti, sneakers or famous tattoo artists, it is enough to trigger homicidal psychosis. I'm not kidding, the defense department probably utilizes a similar soundscape to create remorseless killing machines. If not, they're remiss.



I'll see your "piggies in the window" and raise you a "yoga toe"*.
Example: I simply cannot exercise in a room after someone has rested their "yoga toe" on every available surface while stretching their ass directly toward my face, no matter where I'm positioned or what direction I'm facing. I feel like I am being oppressed by their healthy lifestyle hegemony. Plus, it makes everything seem like it looks like it must smell.


*yes, I am talking about an actual toe, not anything related to a camel.

http://www.butchfemmeplanet.com/foru...es/crackup.gif:rofl:


I can't stand it, when somebody asks me a question where I have to THINK right after I woke up!..yeah..call me grumpy..LOL

I think this thread is more therapy for me.

This morning I went out to clean off my car because we live in Chicago and it's -21 windchill and well, it has to be done if you are driving anywhere. I'm very particular about snow and ice removal and feel I need to get all of the snow and ice not only off all the windows, but make sure all of the snow is removed from the car, as well.

What ticks me off is seeing drivers who take less than a 1/2 assed approach at clearing off their car. The ones with the 4x4in space on the driver's side window who feel that will suffice as they navigate the potholed filled city streets. Never mind them still trying to manage their cell phone, coffee and kids in the backseat.

Follow that up with a good 6 inches of stacked snow on their car that will blow into my windshield and I'm ready to call 911 because I'm about to report an assault because I want to beat the shit out of them.

OK- back to work for me.

DON'T mess with my filing system. Okay, so to you, it looks like piles of paper strewn randomly around the floor, but to me, it makes perfect sense and represents order, control, and other things necessary to stop me from losing my mind.

And DON'T, whatever you do, touch my lists, especially my lists of where my lists are. The fact that half the time I can't read my own writing is irrelevant. I wrote the lists, I want the lists, and even if I can't read the lists, you are not, not, NOT, to touch them.

Words

Speaking of the "camel toe"....it pains me to see it. In more ways than one. If yer pants are so dang tight that I can see your lady lips....you need to seriously re-think your wardrobe choices. Please! :seeingstars:

This is a recent one....

When people say "that" instead of "who." Sally that is a hairdresser.

:scream:

Logically of course ...
 

POLLLLLLLLLLLKA Dots.


NOT "POKKA Dots"

POLLLLLLLLKA. WITH AN "L" POLLLLLKA.

And NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER "Poka Dots"

And it's punishable by DEATH if you do "POKE-A-DOTS"


I can SOMETIMES forgive "Polky dots" because the "L" is present and my Granny used to say it that way. *twitch*

POLKA Dots. POLLLLLLLLLLKA.

I like it when you twitch. And on THAT note:

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This child is adorable but needs to be killed. :spank:

Glad to see I am not alone.

YES!!!! :twitch:

This post may or may not offend those with large lady lips that would protrude no matter what pants they were wearing. :duct:

Don't EVER mess with my piles--They make perfect sense to me and if you mess with them I will be lost for months. I am the only one who can depile my piles.

People who are late drive me nuts. I am always on time--If I'm not call out the troops, somethings wrong.

Cracking body parts in general just makes my toes curl--necks, knuckles, even my arthritic knee crack give me the creeps.

This one just cracked me up---

My other pet peeve is when sheets are put on the bed to high, they must be atleeat 12" from the top of the bed. I hate having balls and wads of sheet and blanket strangling my neck and arms.

A confession
 

"Two seconds"

Two seconds is not a realistic deadline to complete a task. When I ask you how long it will take you to complete something, arrive to a destination, etc., I'm looking for a time that is feasibly accurate. I'm not asking for a coutdown clock but there is a big difference between 2 seconds and 20 minutes.

not truly that fussy, but I want to participate
 

Living in an apartment has its upside, but doing laundry is clearly not part of that. My fussy ire is provoked beyond control at the sight of someone else's stained underwear et al left far beyond the finishing time -- its crustiness proof of a neglectful slob -- even though the machines' timers clearly indicate when one should return.

I'm not folding your damned laundry, nor do I even remotely wish to touch it to move it out of the way.

Oh, and buy some goddamned new skivvies (or learn to use toilet paper), will you?

:soapbox: <-- post-appropriate smiley, huh?

i was so nervous then i understood you meant the SPELLING... i love my polka dots and polkas aren't bad, either. not much beats an elderly couple dancing a polka--and of course she should be wearing her finest polky dots.

here's one: if you pronounce the T in 'often' i will notice, often. in fact, every time. (but i won't say anything cuz that's just rude.)

the phone ringing makes me crazy.

*scream*

Im having a junky day at work.

Mainly because this insane woman keeps calling me complaining about how the person who works the morning half of my job ISNT HERE.

Conversation:

Her: "I want to talk to X about the job cancel"

Me: "X leaves every day at 1pm and I've already handled the cancellation"

Her: "Well, X needs to send out a memo about their work hours"

Me: "I'll let them know. Was there anything else?"

Her: "Because I have been emailing X for 2 hours and he isnt responding."

Me: "Right. X leaves every day at 1pm."

Her: "So you've handled the job? I guess that X will also be leaving at 1pm tomorrow?"

Me: "Yes, it is handled and YES, X leaves every day at 1pm."

Her: "Nobody has ever told me that. Someone needs to communicate with us about the schedules."

Me: "Right. I can send out an email if you like."

Her: "It isnt going to work with him leaving work early every day. He needs to stay longer."

Me: "We can talk about it in our staff meeting if you like, but this is a job share, X works the morning shift, I work the afternoon shift."

Her: "Well, he needs to answer his email"

Me: "He wasnt here to answer them. He left at 1pm. Your email came in at 1:14pm"

Her: "You mean he doesnt stay a few minutes extra in case someone might need to contact him?"

Me: "No. X leaves every day at 1pm."

Her: "Well nobody every told me...."

SCRREEEAAAAMMMMMMMMM.


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OMFG what a complete fucking idiot this woman is!! I'm getting pissed just reading this exchange between you both. Is she for real???? What doesn't she understand??

:blink: :wtf: :explode:

Ok, I went to get my med. at a pharmacy we all know and love. With my ocd, I have a ritual with washing my hands. My hands are raw from constant re-washing them, and then putting on lotion. Well, today I got something on my hands at the pharmacy. I was about to go :bomb::overreaction::overreaction: and that is mildly putting it. So, I go to the bathroom to wash my hands. And some moron comes up to wash his hands behind me like I am going to stop my ritual for him. Oh no. Let's not even go there, buddy. :seesaw: