Stupid Carabou Coffee.
'Potential'
F2F 3: Who's Bringing the Guacamole?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: San Francisco, May 19-21, 2006! Everything else, go here! Swag!
Feh on people being sick. I am not yet, knock on wood, though I am absolutely exhausted, and started thinking about going to bed about an hour ago.
I'm so looking forward to seeing the MN pics! Posting via Treo from a theatre in Costa Mesa, so no pictures for me until I get home.
Had a wonderfully fun day in Disneyland with Jilli, Pete, Drew, and Sean. We should have some pictures of our own at some point.
I've been grading tests like a good little teacher while Drew is working tonight—it's amazing how much more I can get done when I don't have a laptop or television around to distract me. Anyway, sanity break is nearly over. Nine more tests and I can finally go to sleeeeeeep. Well, eventually. Once I get dropped off at home. At some point.
I seem to have brought home a cold with me. Here's hoping none of you caught it!
Crap. Sorry!
I'm feeling you Deb. I'm out of coffee in my office.
Jess, insent to your gmail account.
My son, husband, and MIL all commented on the hotness of Juliana. MIL loves the Blue Jess hair. Also, son declared my friends a bunch of freaks, which he has mentioned a few times before.
eta: If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.
If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.
Right? I noticed that too and had been meaning to comment.
Blushes.
I like to think they still look fairly good. I've been fortunate in my genetic heritage. My mother's nickname in college was "Legs" Chaban. Me, I was known for my butt. Fortunately, no nickname was ever attached to that particular feature!
I ought to start showing off my ageing dancer's gams, and stop worrying about this fucking sagging middleaged jawline....
Sail, tell 'em about the Wings That Refused To Cooperate.