But the fluttering of its wings down my back (long nightdress) will stay with me forever, I fear.
Up.my.skirt. And it was the 3 inch long crunchy crawly kind.
Needless to say, I was shortly standing deskirted in the middle of my dad's office, stomping on said skirt. The office also happened to be facing the university library front entrance and yes, it was between classes. I really don't like roaches.
STOP TALKING ABOUT BUGS, SPIDERS, INSECTS, ETC. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!
So. How 'bout them baseball teams?
Ignoring the spider talk. La la la!
Increasingly, my phone number seems to be the only one people know. They're calling me for everything, from "Hi, I'm Person from Agency Blah. We're shooting a commercial on a TIGHT schedule and we were wondering if we could get..." to "Hi, I'm Somebody from Agency Whatever, and our invoices are being sent to the wrong place..." to "Hi, I'm Guy from Agency Cutesyname, and I was wondering if I could get the font..." and so on.
Now, shockingly, I'm not actually in charge of Everything. In fact, I'm not even in charge of A Lot. But since the phone calls have been actively interfering with me doing my actual work, I'm thinking of changing the message on my voice mail:
"Hello, you've reached the Everything Desk. We're in charge of everything! We can answer your every question! And since we know everything, we already know exactly what it is you need. You may hang up now secure in the knowledge that we will take care of everything. Have a great day, and thanks for calling the Everything Desk!"
What Steph said, but in a more demure tone of voice.
The Mets lost today. Imagine my surprise.
Gus and Tep don't like spiders and snakes. And that ain't what it takes to love them....
What's the best dessert you've ever had?
A seafood restaurant in the next town makes something called a fallen chocolate cake. It's hot, liquid inside, but more chocolatey than it is sweet, served hot (in a little custard cup or souffle dish or whatever), with freshly whipped cream on top.