she went off on these vocals tonight


Toca Cojons: En busca del Cacaolat perdido.

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El otro día al ir a desayunar al “Lounge” de la empresa donde trabajo en la nevera donde podemos guardar cosas, nos hemos encontrado con una nota que decía algo tal que así (se puede leer en la foto, folio blanco dina-4 que aparece más o menos en el medio-arriba):

“Agradeceria a la persona que ha cogido un cacaolat de la nevera, lo reponga. Me parece una falta de respeto que se cojan cosas que no son de uno”

A partir de ahí, se nos ocurrió contestar con una notita justo debajo en marrón que pone: “Yo una vez cogí cambio de la máquina de café sin que fuera mio… #confiesatupecado #todossomoscacaolatrobado…” y a ver si la gente de la empresa se animaba a continuar con ello…Total, que al final, a última hora del día, la nevera había quedado llena de carteles con mensajes, si más no, curiosos, aportados por todos los departamentos de la empresa. Comentar que es una empresa téxtil internacional que no la conoce nadie *guiño*guiño* Por cierto, la chica acabó recuperando el cacolat y al día siguiente colgó un cartel premiando al cartel/imagen que le pareció más gracioso!! Al menos, se lo tomó bien… La que se ha liado por un cacaolat!!!#cacaolatrobado

anonymous asked:

I heard that the MCSWT, TFWT, and maybe OTR will be released in a "FanPack Disc"? Whats the tea?

A lot is coming in August and everything will make more sense

Monday Moan 

Last night we had some family unpleasantness with one of my kids practically having a mental breakdown over something I asked him to do. I have apparently bent over backward to meet my kids’ needs so thoroughly that I’ve created a bunch of people who will not help themselves because they can’t see a need and take care of it. And Super Mom that I seem to be, yet I have a lot to work on in myself because weakness on the part of myself and others frustrates and infuriates me. So there’s that. 

I only slept 4 hours last night because when I did finally get to bed, I was in so much pain in my back and hips that I couldn’t sleep. 

This morning a $20 bill blew out of the top of my purse from my WD50 air conditioning. I hope whoever finds it really needs it for something. 

I’m cooling my heels in Dalton to pick up Wolf and suddenly it looks like they might make him take the load he has all the way to Savannah, which will take a day and a half, instead of to the depot here. He’ll know in an hour. So it’s either wait to find out and then wait 3.5 more hours for him to get here, or take 4 of that 4.5 hours to drive home and then back if he ends up here instead, to get him. Which is a LOT of wear and tear on our one and only, 345,000-mile precarious car. Still trying to decide what to do. 

The two teenagers went to be day-camp counselors this week at a nature preserve. My youngest and Artemas are the only ones home. She can go with my ex this evening & spend the night, since he’s off tomorrow. But I hate having to make Artemas watch his little sister all day, and I hate to lose a day of one-on-one with my youngest (which is really rare) while I wait around. 

Meantime, I’m at the Dalton State college library. It’s cool and quiet. I’m the only one on this floor & I have a platform rocker to sit in, and knitting. There are floor to ceiling windows looking out at trees. Personally, I could stay here for days, but that seems a little selfish.