I swear to god, I'm gonna kill these students. I don't come to school two hours early, at 8:30am, for my health.
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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In non-travel related news, Episcopalians are so boring. How do we manage to turn Mardi Gras into a pancake supper?
Blame the Church of England baybee! Tom was crazy for getting some pancakes yesterday. He's made me pancake suppers in past years.
Ayla- Now, I don't watch American Idol, but I recognized the name immediately because I just read about her in the Metro (free commuter newspaper thing) this morning- her dad (State Senator Scott Brown) is running for Lt. Governor in MA, and the article was about him dividing his time between Hollywood and Beacon Hill. He's a republican. His wife, Gail Huff, is a local TV reporter. No word on inventing fire, in this particular article.
Had SUCH an awesome dinner last night- it's been 2 years since we got engaged! (though that's not why we went out, we didn't realize that till we sat down). I love the North End.
I swear to god, I'm gonna kill these students. I don't come to school two hours early, at 8:30am, for my health.
It just doesn't seem worth your time anymore. You should get your bitch on for these lazy ass slackers.
Hey now. There's a lot of good things about the Episcopalian pancake supper. One of my favorite things growing up. We're not boring, just...repressed.
I'm really surprised that this one didn't show up. She's a non-traditional student with kids in college. She seemed like a reliable one.
I'm gonna give her two more minutes, then I'm off to take care of things before my exam. My student this afternoon better show up...especially since I confirmed with her yesterday.
WRATH THEM BUT GOOD VW!
(I'm in a wrathful mood today)
FTR, I love the pancake supper. The Episcopalian church I worked at never did one, which makes me all sad.
I stuffed myself with blueberry pancakes last night. Yum.
I had eggo waffles for breakfast, but I suspect that doesn't god.
Good christ, I'm tired.
ETA: WTF? Where there is "god" I totally meant to write "count." I don't even know what is going on with my brain, because it took reading it twice more to realize there was something funny with it.
We're not boring, just...repressed.
"'Elp! 'elp! I'm being repressed!"
I am at work. I have been here for an hour and a half already.
Can I go home yet?
See - I got nuttin. Just a whole pile of nuttin.