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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Whew, what a day! It's my birthday, but my gift to myself was...work. But it's cool, since I have the wonderful feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction, to go along with my aching feet and exhaustion. And my girlfriends are taking me to dinner -- my fave Indian restaurant. Butter chicken, here I come! Esp. since I didn't manage lunch.
I am 34 today. Damn, does that seem utterly imFUCKINGpossible!
Happy Birthday, Erin!
JZ, I hope the bed rest does indeed end when August does.
Happy Birthday, Erin!
sumi, right there with ya on the wondering if we really need students...
Good News: The candidate that none of us particularly cared for, but to whom an offer was made turned us down. A candidate that we liked better has tentatively accepted (pending a written offer). YAY! We've been this position open for over a year, and another one open since the beginning of summer, and we're hoping that one will get filled in the next couple of weeks. (What will I do with all my free time when we're fully staffed?)
(What will I do with all my free time when we're fully staffed?
Waste time with MEEEEEE!
Do universities REALLY need students?
I haven't stopped asking myself this since Freshman Move-In Day. Which, admittedly, was yesterday, but.
HIPPO BIRDIES ERIN!!!!!!
Waste time with MEEEEEE!
I have a feeling that by the time I have time to waste with you, you and I will need to work on a book.
There are hippos in Erin's birdbath, pass it on.
Happy b-day, Erin.
The candidate that none of us particularly cared for, but to whom an offer was made turned us down.
Oh, this news is made of awesome.
Happy birthday, Erin, you wee little spring chicken, you!
Oh, and when I got home, there were PREZZIES in my apartment!!! Apparently, my mom and sister had come up to KC for the day, and since my sis has a key, snuck in and left me gifts!
I walked in and was all "Did I leave bags on the couch? Hey, there's a bow on one! !!!!!!!"
ION, I had an AWFUL realistic dream last night, all about my father's death. My father is alive and well, but I am a total daddy's girl, and it was realistic, and the grief I felt in it was just terrible. Ugh.