Gods, a major storm is rolling into the area, and my joints are killing me. Hubby must be in agony, poor guy.
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Gods, a major storm is rolling into the area, and my joints are killing me. Hubby must be in agony, poor guy.
t brought to you by arthritic joints and migrating pressure zones
Betsy, how old is your son? Is it possible to set up something where your son has to write down all his assignments, have his teacher sign the assignment book, and then have you have to sign it as well? That is what my mother ended up having to do with me in grade school because I procrastinated so much and was just generally too disorganized to remember all of my assignments.
Betsy, much hope-the-teacher-has-sympathy~ma for your son. It's so easy to make an honest mistake like that. I've done it myself by marking the wrong time on my calendar even though I had an e-mail to refer to. Let's hope the teacher is Gumpian in philosophy.
My immediate supervisor just called a group huddle to announce she's leaving the company in a few weeks.
That whole "the straw that broke the camel's back" saying?
Yeah.
I'm ready to toss today into the furnace or burn it at the stake. Who's with me?
Betsy, I hope your son's teacher is having a better day than the Bitches seem to be having. Might help with her decision, if so.
Can we wait until about 9:30 tomorrow? I'll have my paycheck by then.
I'm ready to toss today into the furnace or burn it at the stake. Who's with me?
Much too good for it. I'm kicking today in the 'nads. Twice.
I just skipped more than 2000 messages. It was the only way.
Cass, you made me giggle ("It was the only way").
{{{Nicole}}} I'm sorry. I hope you get a fabulous new supervisor.
Hey, Cass!
I just skipped more than 2000 messages. It was the only way.
My hero.