The stor is a good idea, Allyson.
That By Accident site is bananas.
And a huge benefit of being a much bigger person than my mother meant that her size 6 shoes (and boots and etc.) fit me perfectly when I was about 10. Dressup was AWESOME.
I just had a slightly cranky-making hour or so, including my train line stopping running because of a "smoke investigation," so I had to walk, not terribly far, but two stops that I would have preferred to ride. The word on the street was that it was bullshit, part of a slow down tactic, because the MTA union contract is up in two weeks.
I'm home at not even 8, listening to a song, the first words of which are "No one will ever love you Heather."
Patently untrue! And that's just speaking for me. I expect Mister Daisy has even stronger feelings on the subject.
Hee. Well, here's one advantage to starting your own business. Email from my brother:
blah blah blah
Email autosig: Brother's Name, Director, Company.
Email from him two minutes later:
blah blah blah, oh yeah, I just promoted myself
Email autosig: BN, General Director, Company.
Not tonight he doesn't. He was incredibly rude, mean and utterly humiliated me in front of people. And, that was after I'd already had the shitty day.
brenda's brother has gone power mad!
I told him he should be proud they're so pleased with his work.
"They" being himself and his girlfriend, of course.
Just as long as he doesn't turn into one of those mean bosses and imposes restrictive and arbitrary rules on himself.
I'm looking at apartments in New York on Craigslist, which is hilarious, since I have no idea where anything in New York is.
I'm too lazy to move. But I desperately need an enormous change.
See, that's how they get you. Give you a fancy sounding title and then suddenly they own you.
I wonder if he's getting a raise.
1st, Kat, I suck. I was wrong, Mr. H does not have that song. I thought he had every Beatles and Beatle-member song ever, but that one apparently got away.
Sokay, DJ. I'll look for it this weekend.
So, I have an issue. I am on an editorial advisory board for a Very Large Kid's Publisher Who Shall Not Be Named. I'm supposed to submit a lesson for them using memoirs. They want a photo of me and, if possible, working with a kid. Have you seen my face? Not good. I'm having a bad face life.
