and you, too. George Orwell, 1984 – but it’s 2012.
It’s getting creepier and creepier. I wrote an email to Blonde Bomb Shell complaining that our new condo in the city of Buffalo is really loud on Friday and Saturday nights (probably Thursday, too) due to the fact that the bedroom window is facing out towards Chippewa Avenue, Nightclub Ave.
As soon as I hit “send” with my reply, there was an ad on my Gmail page saying, “sound barrier walls installed!” Get.out. Who’s reading my emails that fast? I know, I know, there are those key words, “ad words”, but it just seems inappropriate to be picking them up in my Gmail. That’s just going too far. I’d rather have the government silently listening into my nonthreatening phone calls than some company scanning my emails for a pingback. Friggers.
Blonde Bomb Shell’s answer was to get some noise-reducing drapes over the huge floor to ceiling windows, or, join the crowd on Chippewa. I liked the latter. I am the Dancing Queen, remember.
Right now, since I have my arse firmly planted in my little sleepy, quiet, next to Mart’s office suburb with a lot of green grass, Lawerboy (and after the wedding Buffalo Barbie*) is staying in the condo. Hopefully they’ll figure out how to stop feeling the boom of the bass coming through to the 13th floor by the time I move in.
PS: CoD (Crack of Dawn, Lawyerboy’s Fiancée, has a different job which does not require her to get up at the crack of dawn, so Viper Tongue picked up on a self-proclaimed title CoD mentioned, “Buffalo Barbie”.
|Fiancé vs. Fiancée||Entry #306904|
|No, these spellings are not interchangeable. There is quite a significant difference between them, in fact. Fiancé refers to a male engaged to be married, while fiancée refers to a female engaged to be married.|