Fisherman's Bitch

A notice to my past and future customers: I do not, and will not, respond to any kind of cat calls, pssts!, stomping, snapping, hey you's, and any other patronizing and demeaning attempts to get my attention. I see you, I hear you, but I will not answer you. Save it for your dog.

Sometimes I don't mind the waitresing thing. You do get some interesting and friendly customers ; however, far too frequently lately I have been receiving the asshole customers that make wiatressing the piss poor job that it is. Basically, right now, it's just motivation for me to go back to school.

Anyway, for some actual good times, I'm going to post a few pictures of Halloween this year that ya'll might enjoy. My costume trick worked again this year: Find a hat, work the costume around that. This year I was a sailor. Well, if we want to be specific, I was a captain. Unfortunately, my dreams of being called "Cappy" didn't come true. Oh well, there's always next year.

Lorne and I

Me and Ty (and Ty's picture face)

Lorne, Chad and Ty doing a shot

Word of the day: nascent. Coming into existence. My blog is nascent. (I'll work on my sentences).