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Jun. 10th, 2003 04:20 pmI have a clean room!!! It seems like it's been ages since I've been happy with my room; ignoring a wreck does NOT count as happy. Also, my plants (save for the poor lavender) are doing fantastically! It even looks like my Goblin flower is going to blossom soon. The tomatoes are getting so large; I'm going to stake a couple of them tonight.
I have found a resource for etiquette, along with snarky commentary and Random Capitalization. It's fairly funny and they bring up a few good points. The Etiquette Grrls.
Bob Levy had a funny note in his column about "If Your Number Is Almost Someone Else's." For a year, my friends lived at an apartment whose phone number was the one listed for an escort service - Dixie's Southern Bells. We ended up having the most fun with it! Once, one of the flatmate's sisters kept this poor guy on the phone for a good ten minutes getting all the details of what he wanted (blond or brunette? thin or fat? Cup size?) only to tell him that he had a wrong number at the end! The penultimate answer, though, was when the very deep voiced, male flatmate answered the phone (it was 12:30, so we were fairly certain it was one of the gentlemen calling for Dixie's) with, "Dixie's Southern Belles, Dixie speaking." And then, of course, there was the poor girl who left a message on our answering machine because she had just moved to the area and needed a job and "I'm a southern belle, of course." I still miss that number, sometimes.
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I have found a resource for etiquette, along with snarky commentary and Random Capitalization. It's fairly funny and they bring up a few good points. The Etiquette Grrls.
Bob Levy had a funny note in his column about "If Your Number Is Almost Someone Else's." For a year, my friends lived at an apartment whose phone number was the one listed for an escort service - Dixie's Southern Bells. We ended up having the most fun with it! Once, one of the flatmate's sisters kept this poor guy on the phone for a good ten minutes getting all the details of what he wanted (blond or brunette? thin or fat? Cup size?) only to tell him that he had a wrong number at the end! The penultimate answer, though, was when the very deep voiced, male flatmate answered the phone (it was 12:30, so we were fairly certain it was one of the gentlemen calling for Dixie's) with, "Dixie's Southern Belles, Dixie speaking." And then, of course, there was the poor girl who left a message on our answering machine because she had just moved to the area and needed a job and "I'm a southern belle, of course." I still miss that number, sometimes.
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