catching up, sloooooooowly.
both my cat and my DH think I should go to bed. the fact that I want to say "you're not the boss of me" makes me think that they might be right.
I'm comm'ing this, if no one else beats me to it.
I was taught "Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally."
Which is a mnemonic for:
Parentheses Exponents Mulitplication Division Addition Subtraction
Please excuse my dear Aunt Sally. She tried making me learn math. She's dead now.
The Great Write Way folks thank you. (Or, perhaps, may kill you.)
Second option.
Teppy, if you could arrange to dream about Colin Firth showing up at my door, naked, with my student loan cancellation papers clenched in his pretty fist, I'd be appriciative. Thanks in advance.
You may have the student loan cancellation. Touch Colin and you die. He's my chewtoy!
-t! Woot!
I have no recollection of anything on the SATs - it was 1969, for fuck's sake - but I do know that they all went wow at the English skill stuff and the math stuff was also wow, but with a very different tone in their voices.