OT: What’s your pet peeve?

[Coronita]

16. Women, that when you try to talk to, automatically assume you're trying to hit on them (Looky here miss….. wedding ring)
(I dont have a wedding ring defence, but I need to find something similar. Maybe a shirt that says, "no, you are not that hot" or "I am talking to you cause I have to, not cause I want to".)

Consider getting that "you look better on myspace" t shirt.

Actually, there's a corollary to this if you're single. If you want to talk to someone that otherwise wouldn't give you the time and day, try wearing a ring and make sure the other gender sees it.  Just don't lie and say you're married, otherwise you'll have a lot of explaining to do later. It's one thing to lie and say your married when your not, but  you can't control what the other person assumes…

For some reason or the other, relationships are a lot like houses during the bubble. When no one wants a house, no one else wants it and it ends up on staying on the market a lot longer. If a home has an interested buyer or two, it usually ends up in a bidding war. To sell a house, folks often use props and often hire a staging company to stimulate demand. See, not everything that came from the RE bubble is bad…There's actually valuable lessons to be learned from them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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—– Sour grapes for everyone!

[sc_alum]

Just spit water out of my nose at the “futzing” post. Thanks, Brutus!

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Just spit water out of my nose at the “futzing” post. Thanks, Brutus!

[sc_alum]

Just spit water out of my nose at the “futzing” post. Thanks, Brutus!

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Just spit water out of my nose at the “futzing” post. Thanks, Brutus!

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Just spit water out of my nose at the “futzing” post. Thanks, Brutus!

[dharmagirl]

I have often said that single people, like dairy products, have an expiration date. If left alone for too long, they become moldy, hairy and unwanted!

[dharmagirl]

I have often said that single people, like dairy products, have an expiration date. If left alone for too long, they become moldy, hairy and unwanted!

[dharmagirl]

I have often said that single people, like dairy products, have an expiration date. If left alone for too long, they become moldy, hairy and unwanted!

[dharmagirl]

I have often said that single people, like dairy products, have an expiration date. If left alone for too long, they become moldy, hairy and unwanted!

[dharmagirl]

I have often said that single people, like dairy products, have an expiration date. If left alone for too long, they become moldy, hairy and unwanted!

[dharmagirl]

Ah, Brutus…you neglected to mention one VERY important part of the “futzing” process: the elderly woman who digs for change AND coupons (“I know I have a 10 cents off coupon for this toilet paper in here SOMEWHERE”)

The other crime is not having the VIP grocery store club card and then making a stink about the discount.

Before filling a cart with lots of “Club VIP” priced items, wouldnt it make sense to make sure the card is on your person?

I was once behind a coupon-clipper for what seemed like an eternity. She had a coupon for everything in her cart, and they were all wadded up in one big mess at the bottom of her cavernous purse. But, of course, before she searched for the 10 cent off coupon, she had to find her GLASSES which were somewhere else in the Purse from Hell.

The cashier and I were both near tears. The woman operated as if she was in her own universe. I honestly think I’ve taken out a mortgage in less time… ah well…

[dharmagirl]

Ah, Brutus…you neglected to mention one VERY important part of the “futzing” process: the elderly woman who digs for change AND coupons (“I know I have a 10 cents off coupon for this toilet paper in here SOMEWHERE”)

The other crime is not having the VIP grocery store club card and then making a stink about the discount.

Before filling a cart with lots of “Club VIP” priced items, wouldnt it make sense to make sure the card is on your person?

I was once behind a coupon-clipper for what seemed like an eternity. She had a coupon for everything in her cart, and they were all wadded up in one big mess at the bottom of her cavernous purse. But, of course, before she searched for the 10 cent off coupon, she had to find her GLASSES which were somewhere else in the Purse from Hell.

The cashier and I were both near tears. The woman operated as if she was in her own universe. I honestly think I’ve taken out a mortgage in less time… ah well…

[dharmagirl]

Ah, Brutus…you neglected to mention one VERY important part of the “futzing” process: the elderly woman who digs for change AND coupons (“I know I have a 10 cents off coupon for this toilet paper in here SOMEWHERE”)

The other crime is not having the VIP grocery store club card and then making a stink about the discount.

Before filling a cart with lots of “Club VIP” priced items, wouldnt it make sense to make sure the card is on your person?

I was once behind a coupon-clipper for what seemed like an eternity. She had a coupon for everything in her cart, and they were all wadded up in one big mess at the bottom of her cavernous purse. But, of course, before she searched for the 10 cent off coupon, she had to find her GLASSES which were somewhere else in the Purse from Hell.

The cashier and I were both near tears. The woman operated as if she was in her own universe. I honestly think I’ve taken out a mortgage in less time… ah well…

[dharmagirl]

Ah, Brutus…you neglected to mention one VERY important part of the “futzing” process: the elderly woman who digs for change AND coupons (“I know I have a 10 cents off coupon for this toilet paper in here SOMEWHERE”)

The other crime is not having the VIP grocery store club card and then making a stink about the discount.

Before filling a cart with lots of “Club VIP” priced items, wouldnt it make sense to make sure the card is on your person?

I was once behind a coupon-clipper for what seemed like an eternity. She had a coupon for everything in her cart, and they were all wadded up in one big mess at the bottom of her cavernous purse. But, of course, before she searched for the 10 cent off coupon, she had to find her GLASSES which were somewhere else in the Purse from Hell.

The cashier and I were both near tears. The woman operated as if she was in her own universe. I honestly think I’ve taken out a mortgage in less time… ah well…

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