Congrats Stephanie!

I'm having a sucky day so far.

I lost my keys. I was clearing up last night so I must have cleared them some place "safe" so they wouldn't get lost. But I have spares.

Then I get to my car and back out and there was a horrid grinding noise when I backed out, I couldn't figure out what I might have run over. So I got out to look.

It's a flat tire. In fact, it's a tire I replaced not to long ago when it went flat on my way to work. So I went looking for the paper work I thought was in my glove box. Nope, not there. I can't remember the name of the place I went, and if I had a phone book I could look it up. But I forgot to bring a phone book when I moved.

I have road side coverage with my car insurance (yay!) but I can't find that information either (which Ithought was in my glove box as well, but I must have put that somewhere "safe" as well.

Hopefully my day will get better.

No woman wants to wind up with a statistician.

You could rephrase the question as, "How frequently would worthwhile women reject you for being a statistician?"

Or "What percentage of statisticians are better lovers than jazz musicians?"

New folks coming to post...another employee asked us, "Do you know this guy S---?"

"Um, once walked two miles barefoot after midnight in a Muslim country while wearing a miniskirt toga?"

(beat) "Uh, no, I'm talking about the new commercial section chief."

"Yeah, so am I."

It'll be interesting to see him again.

You could rephrase the question as, "How frequently would worthwhile women reject you for being a statistician?"

I could, but I think you may run into a definitional problem there.

Susan, I'm sorry about your father's health downturn.

Also, {{{askye}}}.

"Um, once walked two miles barefoot after midnight in a Muslim country while wearing a miniskirt toga?"

Yeah, he does sound like an interesting fella.

well, crap. the road side service I have isn't actually road side service. It's reimbursement for towing,etc.

I should be able to get the tire for free, (god I hope) but now I have to call a tow truck.

I really need to get a phone book.

Susan, I hope you're doing okay this morning.

{{{{askye}}}} I hope your day gets better.

I could, but I think you may run into a definitional problem there.

Fair enough, especially for such a subjective word as "worthwhile." But at the same time, you want to attract the type of woman you'd be interested in.

And for some reason I'm very upset that he never got to go to Australia. He always wanted to, but somehow it just never happened. I hope there's really a heaven, and that there's some kind of true-Australia-that-lies-beyond there.

This brought tears to my eyes. I hope that he gets to see Australia as well.

Peace to you and your family, Susan.

To completely shift gears…

no more bar exam for me (provided I passed)

YAY, Stephanie! Do you feel like you passed?

I feel like I lost large sections of my month to transportation related crap.

You and me both, Plei. And the dealership and insurance people keep asking us for one more thing … it’s like, can’t they all just talk to each other? They deal with a lot more car wrecks than I do. (And yes, I know I should just feel grateful no one was seriously hurt, and we could afford to replace the car, and so on and so forth. But it’s still annoying.)

I'm having a sucky day so far.

Yeah, it sounds it. Flat tires are the worst. (I once ran over something in a parking lot about half a mile from my office and decided to just drive the remaining distance on the flattening tire, because I couldn’t really pull over where I was. Scariest. Ride. EVER.)

And timelies, everyone.