Kathy: "Oh, so you changed your login name? When did you do that?"
Me: "I have several different login names. Hopefully, I won't have to use them all up to prevent you from getting them."
Kathy: "Oh. Me too. I have 3 different login names. B..........................."
Me: *snore*
So, in the chat that McFly initiated with us, he asked us about the number of specific requests we get each day. I said about 5 a day. Kathy, of course, chimes in 4-5 a day. And then, she says we get 20 per week. McFly tries to clarify asking if that is all together or separate. I wait until she responds with "all together" before I say "separate" just because I'm a bitch. And of course, Kathy the Horse clarifies and says " So I'd say we see about 50 of these requests per week" Shut. Up. Kathy!
FiFi: Just wing it. Say whatever comes in your mouth first.
Me: Yeah, that's usually my FOOT!
See, I sometimes think of worst case scenarios in order to ward them off. So if I was afraid of flying, say, I'd picture the plane crashing. Which it then won't, because that would mean I was psychic, which I'm not. All better.
FiFi has a slightly (not even really noticeable) receding hairline and one time he bic'd his head. I told him that if he had more hair, he wouldn't be bald. Oops! I give the most bass ackwards comments to people. I am just not good at it! And my sister expects me to give a toast? Well, she did suggest I go online and just plagiarize someone else's toast. Even she doesn't have confidence in my speech-making skills.