And I got called away by work.
9:15, at Montgomery, by the N Judah platform/stop?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And I got called away by work.
9:15, at Montgomery, by the N Judah platform/stop?
Dear Mr. Paralegal Man,
Guess what? If you keep waiting an hour or so to give me assignments, after 4 or 5 times, the associates are going to figure out that you do so, and call me themselves.
Guess what else? If you email me after I've already finished the hour long project to tell me it needs to be done, I'm not the one who looks bad.
OKTHNXBYE
Me
P.S. EAT IT!
Okey. So I sent my SIL the Azaleas in a Handbag, and I got my mom two of these: [link]
Along with a shadow book she can enjoy with my nephew.
It's a traditional mother's day gift thing for me to send her something kitchy from a local artist through the MFA gift shop. This goes with the fish made of seaglass.
They wrap the stuff in white paper with a red satin bow and a little MFA pewter charm.
Hey! *Some* moms have FANTASTIC hair.
Yeah, moms who just got their hair cut. I've managed to get my hair cut just twice since Isaac was born. Seems I'm growing it long just by default.
But hey, at least Franny's curls are perfect. My son, on the other hand, his hair has been compared to Curt Cobain's. Not that I'm cutting it, however.
I just made a wee bouquet of roses from my own front yard. Imagine that!
Oh, and Franny's best friend is now a big sister too! I suspect we'll be spending tomorrow with said best friend, keeping her happy while her parents are at the hospital.
So pretty, Allyson.
Kick ass, Perkins.
OMTFG -- I just caught one of those Citibank identity theft ads, and realized, Hey! I have a Citibank credit card! And two Citibank bank accounts! Maybe they can help me. Edit: Oh, good, they want me to fill out the stupid affadavit before I call, and really they're only interested in their own stuff. Which makes sense, really.
I have 24 minutes left before I can leave.
Somebody entertain me! Please!
Somebody entertain me! Please!
I'm sorry, I have no entertaining left in me at the moment.
Wait, I know! Wanna help copy edit files! It's lotsa fun, trust me! What's that you say? That I look a trifle manic? Nonsense! That's just because I'm having so much fun copy editing!
Poor Jilli. There will definitely need to be chocolate for you next week.
At this point, I would be willing to give up chocolate for a month or two if someone else would edit the remaining 487 files that are staring at me. I really would.
Ugh. That's gross.