Seems that Blue Moon Fiber Arts out in Oregon, peddlers of the infamous Socks That Rock sock club (something Ms. Packratty is inspired to avoid by the rather hefty pricetag, but which she nonetheless admires as killer marketing) had their bank decide that this "sock club" thing must be some sort of scam and proceeded to reverse all the credit card transactions for the shop for the sock club and return the money to the senders. Ms. Packratty rather suspects that the bank would have had no problem imagining that men might subscribe to a "beer club" or a "football jersey club", but a woman-owned business that has been happily flogging what is clearly superior sock yarn is somehow running a scam? Jeez, for your average bank with their crazy fees to talk about someone else scamming is a bit much, you know?
See The Yarn Harlot for the whole story. It's enraging. I hope they sue. For a big pile of money.
The sudden shifts in weather have hit and I am sniffling. And unhappy. Don't know if it is an impending cold or just some transient misery. Hoping for the transient misery.
The vile coffee pot remains vile. The mold cultures haven't expanded visibly. The piggish co-worker is still out ... wonder how long we'll have to look at it.
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I vote that you peel the scum off of the coffee and put it on his set. Be sure to take many photos of his reaction for your blog, but don't get caught doing it!
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