whoops

Had an appointment last night I missed. Cause I thought it was tonight. Hrmph!

Oh well, I'll just have to rebook. But I hate it when that happens. It's not the sort of thing I usually do, but sometimes my brain just seems to go stupid, and I write down the appointment on the wrong day on the calendar (or type it in - it's not just cause it's on the wall calendar). Bah!

Humbug.

Other than that, my camera battery has worn down to the point where the camera won't power up. Course, the upside is that I have in fact found the camera. The downside is that I can't take a picture of my roses today. But, I can always take them home with me tonight, and recharge the camera battery. Then take a picture. :)

( In RP )

Of course, this also means I can take pictures of my flowers in the garden.

Interesting note - we hired the weed man to do scary things to my lawn this summer. So, yesterday, I got home from work around 7pm, and there's two pieces of paper tucked under the door knob. The first is the usual reciept from the weedman, saying prepaid, that says they did the fertilizer thing, so please water the lawn as soon as possible thereafter. The second is a note from the Weed Man, saying they noticed there were still broadleaf weeds (yeah, it rained immediately after they put the first stuff on, darn it all!) on the lawn, so they reapplied the weed killer free of charge. It's okay to walk on the grass as soon as the application is dry. Please don't water the lawn or mow for 48 hours.

Now... which of those 2 am I supposed to follow??!

Oh yeah

I know I'm late, but

Happy Independance Day U.S.A.!

Lunch time - but I have a short lunch, cause I have a meeting to go to ... in 2 minutes. More later!

Never under estimate the little old lady!

> A little old lady went into the Bank of Canada one day, carrying a bag of
> money. She insisted that she must speak with the president of the bank to
> open a savings account because, "It's a lot of money!" After much hemming
> and hawing, the bank staff finally ushered her into the president's office.
> (The customer is always right!)
>
> The bank president then asked her how much she would like to deposit. She
> replied, "$165,000!" and dumped the cash out of her bag onto his desk.
>
> Of course, the president was curious as to how she came by all this cash,
> so
> he asked her, "Ma'am, I'm surprised you're carrying so much cash around.
> Where did you get this money?"
>
> The old lady replied, "I make bets."
>
> The president then asked, "Bets? What kind of bets?"
>
> The old woman said, "Well, for example, I'll bet you $25,000 that your
> balls
> are square."
>
> "Ha!" laughed the president. "That's a stupid bet. You can never win that
> kind of bet!"
>
> The old lady challenged, "So, would you like to take my bet?"
>
> "Sure," said the president. "I'll bet $25,000 that my balls are not
> square!"
>
> The little old lady then said, "Okay, but since there is a lot of money
> involved, may I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow at 10:00 A.M., as a
> witness?"
>
> "Sure!" replied the confident president.
>
> That night, the president got very nervous about the bet, and spent a long
> time in front of a mirror checking his balls, turning from side to side,
> again and again. He thoroughly checked them out until he was sure there
> was
> absolutely no way his balls were square, and that he would win the bet.
>
> The next morning, at precisely 10:00 a.m., the little old lady appeared,
> with her lawyer, at the president's office. She introduced the lawyer to
> the president, and repeated the bet: "$25,000 says the president's balls
> are square!"
>
> The president agreed with the bet again, and the old lady asked him to drop
> his pants so they could all see. The president did. The little old lady
> peered closely at his balls, and then asked if she could feel them. "Well,
> okay," said the president. "$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you
> should be absolutely sure."
>
> Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against
> the wall. The president asked the old lady, "What the hell's the matter
> with your lawyer?"
>
> She replied, "Nothing, except I bet him $100,000 that, at 10:00 AM today,
> I'd have the balls of the president of the Bank of Canada in my hand."