However, there is one salesdude I know that doesn't make me want to punch babies. He actually sort of speaks an almost human language, and generally doesn't douchebag know-it-all up every chance he gets, even though he's one of the few I've ever met who has a right to know-it-all up. So, kudos to Sweetwater for employing someone who actually generates sales AND leaves customers feeling like they wouldn't mind talking to that same guy again.
And this makes twice he's talked me into a cheaper purchase than I was contemplating by convincing me the quality was actually BETTER at a lower price-point. And as far as I know, he does get commission. He's just smart enough to realize I'll come back because he's steered me right in the past.
And my new Christmas toy is on the way. Mwahahahaha, er, um, I mean, yay.
LLT has been ever more chipper lately. This morning marks the first time she actually watched me put crickets in for her, then immediately grabbed one before I even had the lid back on her enclosure. She's getting to be a bit of a handful when she's out with us in the evening, but I'd much rather see that than the lump of do-nothing she arrived as.
The new neon fishies are growing like weeds. When they arrived they were so tiny I was worried I'd miss one of them in the folds of the bag. They're now chubby little inch-long eating machines. Funny how stable environment and good eats can launch them into health. They've also colored up a lot. And it's only been a week and couple days.
Pup1 has been taking a trial for arthritis meds. She's been acting more and more like a puppy. So much so that she wore her batteries down and ended up crashing mid-play last night like a puppy. It's good to see her back to normal, and now we both feel guilty it took us so long to realize what was going on with her. Poor kid.
Family plans and gatherings in every which direction. Weather is not being cooperative. May end up not spending Christmas with Mrs. NFB. She's running her dad's big-time party in Worthington, and if the weather turns after she leaves to start preps, I'm supposed to stay home so the pets aren't stuck alone. This could go bad.
And then there's mom and her gathering of bazillions of people I don't know and haven't ever met before that I'm supposed to show up for. Should be fun explaining why Mrs. NFB couldn't come too, to all the people asking. "Well, see, mom's a bit of a bitch, so, you know. I'm used to it, but the wife isn't."
This is why I love the holidays. Or not.
At least our gathering with dad and Mrs. dad went OK. They're pleasant to be around and don't fight us on every little detail.
Guess that's my weekly. Enjoy your holidays and family beatin. . . er, um, I mean gatherings.
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