We still have morals ethics Hec,

Ah, nice to know I'm the default "in lieu of."

Also? I'm now bleeding. Apparently it's that time of the month again to give myself a file folder cut. Okay, I don't do that monthly. More like tri-annually. So it's more like a holiday. With more pain and blood than I usually have on a holiday. Excepting, of course, Ballpeen Smacking Day. Now there's a holiday. What was I talking about?

What was I talking about?

You lost me at Balpeen Smacking. Now I'm off in a dream land. Where the smacking o' the balpeen shall commence.

I watched the new BBC Doctor Who tonight, and we are figuring out logistics to attend a Potential Home Buyer's seminar. Whee, married life is grand!

Seriously.

Seriously.

You're shitting me. Here I thought you were just miserable.

eta: I snark with love.

Aw,Hec, you're nobody's sloppy seconds...although you are making me regret comparing you to Jim Jones... You know Bitches could ever be your chick pit...if musical knowledge is not a prereq.

I came home tonight after work and the The head honcho from the cathedral across the way, Rev. Jim (Taxi jokes...) Z. was parked in front of my house, waiting for the police.

It seems while parked there, someone rear ended his white Voyager van and took off. So far no witnesses.

The police have a couple of leads, though. The red paint left on the white van, for one.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

Me to cop, "Nice of them to leave their plate."

Cop smiles, "Yep, real handy."

Gronk.

I'm actually vaguely on schedule with my schedule with this week. I'll probably end up having to do some work over spring break, but nowhere near as much as I'd expected. The big change was that I'd expected to spend at least two hours fixing LaTeX code, but the thing actually compiled (or whatever the word is -- compiled seems wrong in this context) on the first try. There were some things I needed to fix up, and places where symbols were being weird, but last time, I had about 40 errors to fix before I could get anything resembling what it was supposed to be.

So, tomorrow, I need to finish grading, and do some reading, and finish functional analysis, and start graph theory. Then Friday, I need to do as much graph theory as I can. And then a week of break. I really need this break.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

snerk.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

One thing I learned from being married to a cop is that the thing that saves us is that criminals, generally speaking, are really, really dim. One favorite was the guy they caught who had burglarized a number of houses. During his last burglary, apparently nature called and he used the facilities. When he did, his wallet fell out of his pants. They just drove to the address on his driver's license and arrested him.

During his last burglary, apparently nature called and he used the facilities. When he did, his wallet fell out of his pants.

This is why I prefer fictional crooks, they tend to be more clever.

My word, do I need caffiene. It's almost noon and I still don't think I've got any blood flowing.

deb, we haven't overlapped here in a while (stoopid time zones), but all my sympathy for your loss, and peaceful kitty-heaven thoughts for Cappucino.

Hmm...maybe in lieu of caffiene I'll just nap. Everyone have a safe weekend!

DH came home last night and promptly fixed the door knobs on the armoire. I burst into tears. Now I have to call the furniture people and be all contrite and shit. Except they still need to send me the missing knob for the drawer to the coffee fable.

And we didn't get around to putting the big teevee inside said armoire so there is no television watching upstairs today.

I had horrible dreams of an old neighbor of mine being both pregnant and a attempted homicide victim. I woke up in a cold sweat. She had a baby just a few months after I had Owen, so I know she's not pregnant. I need to call her and reassure myself that there were no attempts on her life recently.

And then I dreamed my twin sister was pregnant and ordered me to run and fetch her a latte with a quadruple shot of expresso. And we argued for a while about whether or not this was an appropriate drink for a pregnant woman.