If you’re not a founder, aren’t you just little people?
Decorate the office in some kind of an amusing fashion which makes it clear you came in early in order to prepare the office to be more welcoming to the founders and their visitor?
And “pics or it didn’t happen”?
Isn’t that in the works, but something that takes more time since there’s not only writing/editing the story, but also getting the photos/illustrations done? Do you know just how hard it is to get sets going for photos of a hedgehog running presidential campaign?
Is it a salad when it’s only tiny tomatoes,croutons,and homemade bacon vinaigrette dressing?
Have you got the petitions running to get her on the ballot in all 50 states?
How in the world did I leave for school without grabbing my purse this morning? Why didn’t I question the fact tht my backpack felt awfully light as I was walking towards my garage? Luckily, I carry pretty much everything I need for school in the backpack, but why didn’t I think to put lip balm and an extra pack of kleenex in there? And more than just $1 in cash?
Isn’t it funny how when something like that happens you realize at the end of the day that you probably don’t need 95% of what you carry every day in your purse?
(At least, you didn’t THAT day!)
Doesn’t it seem wrong that you have to be organized early in the day when your brain is still easing into responsibilities of remembering everything/thinking about things?
Doesn’t the fact that I had NO COFFEE this morning (the green tea I added to the Gypsy Cold Care tea just ain’t cuttin’ it) just put the cherry on top of my sundae?
Doesn’t carrying a purse sometimes feel like that scene in The Jerk where Navin loses his fortune and starts grabbing all the stuff he needs?
So, is it good news when the garage says “it’s not worth it to figure out what’s wrong, just don’t drive it anywhere, and say goodbye” ?
Isn’t it great, though, that my manager is understanding and said it’s cool for me to WFH as long as required?
The $50 in our emergency fund should cover a decent car, right?
???
Have you tried a car auction?
Does it matter? Who would not want to eat that tasty treat?
Going to have to, aren’t I?
And won’t I miss those heated leather Volvo seats? And the sun-roof? And the decent sound-system? and my wife not crying over the loss of her mechanical baby?
(Seriously, there is NO ROOM for an auto-payment in our “budget”. )
Aren’t I sorry? Doesn’t that suck?
Would it surprise you if I said I’d read 'em all, and frankly it wasn’t worth it? Has anyone other than me ever referred to “The Fountainhead” as Rand’s fantasy of rape by Frank lloyd Wright? (Really, it totally is.) Wouldn’t you rather read Zelazny or le Guin?
Or the ingredients list on a bottle of mouthwash?
If you squint at an old wall where the mortar is starting to leak out between the bricks, can’t that sometimes look a little like weird, jumbled up graffiti?
Ever seen a grown man naked?