Happy Birthday Allyson.
Happy outcomes ita.
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.
Happy Birthday Allyson.
Happy outcomes ita.
This is the conversation that has been going on for six bleeding weeks:
Author: Sorry my corrections are late! How do I give them to you? Me: Just write them out and I'll make the changes. ...time passes... Author: Sorry I'm late with the changes! How do I give them to you? Me: Just write them out. Can I have them by Monday? Author: Sure! ... Me: Can I have your changes THIS Monday? Author: Okay! And how do I send them to you? Me: ggnngrr ... Today: Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
I swear, this is almost verbatim.
Okay, the apartment was a notch more ghetto than I would have liked. Bonus extra hot neighbor could sway verdict, but I get wonky about scary neighborhoods.
Thanks for the birthday wishes!
Have a great one, Allyson.
Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
Argh! Although.... sometimes I think I'm Author. But that's when the thing they want isn't something that I care about.
Author: Remind me what it is you need again?
"Four to six magic beans."
Beans!
Beans?
The special beans!
I'd let him go,
I didn't know
He'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl
Back over the wall
When--Bang! Crash!
The lightning flash!
And well, that's another story...
Nevermind, anyway...
More than relieved it's over. Pass or fail, it's not something I can see redoing.
Here's a picture of the new Miss USA, who frankly looks scary-skinny to me:
Or is it just me?