That's because St. Nicholas was a bishop.
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My neighbor is blasting the song "Dancing Queen" into the hallway right now.
Are they having a party for you? Because they should be.
YAY ita!
Congrats on your progress so far, ita! What an accomplishment!
So, quick Buffista poll: I am deeply immersed in writing a press release that requires me to be thinking very clearly. I need to finish and send off a first draft tonight, but I'm getting really tired and muzzy-brained. Do I drink some caffeine, which I know will allow me to focus and finish but will likely keep me up all night--and keep in mind that I have a very long and hard work day tomorrow due to a glitch in the school schedule--or do I attempt to finish it still muzzy-brained and risk it not being as good (and also likely take a lot longer to write it)?
Yay, ita! Any chance you feel up to dinner? Maybe I can drag meara to your end of town.
That's because St. Nicholas was a bishop.
Do ALL bishops wear red with a wide white trim?
Happy Birthday, Tom!
Yay, ita!
Kristin, is there any way you could write it and have someone double check it for you, as muzzy-headed insurance, before you send it off?
Kristin, I'd be tempted to wake up extra early tomorrow and apply the caffeine to the press release problem tomorrow.
Perkins, sadly no. Especially considering how long it's taken me to write these few sentences. I just scarfed down leftover pizza, and am about to drag my ass to bed.
I am sorry to miss meara, but there's just no way I could stay awake long enough ... well, for you to arrive, really.
Go to sleep! I will see you on Tuesday.
Oh, and thanks, guys, for the congratulations. Too tired to even be polite.
Tuesday! Sushi! The krav people are going to mock me for not staying to do fight class, which I've been avoiding with the perfectly cromulent "saving myself for instructor training excuse" (to which one instructor replied -- "Women tell me they're saving themselves all the time. It's never stopped me getting what I want.") This week I'll skip the class with a big old sushi-eating grin, as I sashay to Hump.
Buffy's first college roomie (Kathy?) was on Desperate Housewives.
That's where I've seen her! It was driving me crazy!
And Happy birthday Tom!