Lollll, I love the name!
For those not getting the joke, mill ends are the scrappy imperfect remnants at the end of manufacturing a batch of yarn, cloth, carpet, etc. One can usually buy them at a nice discount from the factory or a distributor.
Oh, I thought you meant that the two interstates overlapped. Not that one is south when the other is north both going in the same direction. That's neat!
Here I am a lifetime Virginian, with uncountable trips through Wytheville, and never realized this.
Same with I-81 and I-64 between Staunton and Lexington. :)
Re: that last pic... she could look into asking a rescue to sponsor the kitties and she stays the foster until they are adopted. That way vaccines, medical needs, and potentially help with food would be covered. She wouldn't have to give up Dusty Rose for adoption if she didn't want to. Dusty would be her "foster-to-adopt" bebe.
Speaking of blinding, my honey used to think a different song went "she blinded me with oven mitts, it opened up my eyes"
That thing looks like a Fremen sandworm saxophone
Omg, so much sweat. What the hell. My back starts sweating (INDOORS) if I stand too long, like y'know, just talking to friends in a bar.
I am dogsitting my nephew's dog this weekend. She's a sweetheart. I'm getting tons of puppy kisses. Though I had to put her to bed a little while ago. If I picked my phone up, she would run off to act like she's going to do something naughty in order to get me to put the phone down and give her attention. Such a smart little stinker. But I was trying to finalize some travel plans for next month and she was having none of it.
I'd like to just say that this thing is awesome and YOU are awesome!
Thank you!
Going to the doctor does this to me too, kitty.
Yes, hi, we do exist. And we were trying to get CEO to implement a hybrid policy for years before covid. He hated the thought. And he was the type of person that would not hesitate to fire an entire department if they felt bold enough to complain about it. When I started there, I didn't immediately report to him. Anyone there who had a layer of management between themselves and him had a pretty ok work experience there. Direct reports to CEO basically had to manage a toddler who was also the emporor with new clothes. I took the promotion to be his whipping post because I wanted to leverage it to move on. Instead now I have PTSD from an abusive boss and am not able to work full time.
tl;dr -- the C suite does discuss things amongst themselves with and without the CEO. But CEO already knows what they want to do, usually can't be swayed, can only be warned what the consequences of their decisions will bring.
Going on about 2 hours now. My forearm is keeping her rump from rolling off the pillow. I can't feel my fingers. My diet coke is just out of reach. I want to play some Oblivion but she says I can't have my arm back yet.
This made me laugh pretty good. Delightful!