The former was an asshole, demanding to get what he wanted, belittling me and treating me rudely. While I know the kid's mentally handicapped, I'm in no mood to take that bullshit, and gave him a lecture while standing in the doorway of the room I let him into. I doubt it'll change his poor treatment of others one iota. It was either that or skullfuck him with a screwdriver.
The latter was a gracious, apologetic, and sincerely kind hoopy frood.
Unfortunately, I was able to help the former, and had nothing for the latter. Sometimes life is like that.
This weekend jenniever and I were talking about going away somewhere to celebrate Valentine's Day, but we re-scheduled after petemagyar decided to celebrate his birthday with friends on Saturday. Last weekend was full of plans, but I was full of disease, so the only birthday celebration I made was a private low-key fondue party with his immediate family. We bowed out early, before they left to bowl. So after not really getting a chance to live it up last weekend, he wanted to really have a good time this weekend. Instead we had an out of control dangerous time.
I presented jenniever with flowers Friday, which she probably assumed were it for flowers. Then these arrived on Monday morning for her:
It seems that passing out early was a common theme for my co-workers. One reported the next day at lunch that his wife fell asleep putting their child to sleep, and another admitted to passing out at his girlfriend's place right after eating.
All in all we both had an amazing evening, I got rave reviews, and some great loot. She got me a wonderful new bag (my old one had a lock, and required a pen or other point instrument to open), great earth-raping chocolate covered espresso beans, a copy of this in a lovely frame, and I think I'm forgetting something like a bastard.
And now, my love for _sterno_ requires me to do this:
Brought to you by pratibha75 and teemus.
So, using the meme that's going around: If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought? (blah blah post it in your own journal, you sheep)