Morning, Bitches.
'A Hole in the World'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Good morning, vw! How'd you sleep last night?
morning.
I told my dad last night about my day in jail. I thought he'd be pissed, and I think he tried, but instead he laughed so hard I thought pieces of lung would come out, and finally wheezed, "Jesus, you really are my daughter."
Thank GOD this week is a short week. P/T conferences on Thursday all day, but it's a long day but easy until about 3:30. I get a lot done, and I also think I'll bring a DVD for later.
How'd you sleep last night?
Like a rock.
Oh, Erin, I was so caught up in some of my own stuff yesterday, I didn't make it here to comment. You have such a great attitude about stuff. I hope things go well today. Glad your dad was understanding.
Yay sleep!
Erin, I'm glad your dad was, is the word supportive?
Hi Sparky, how are you settling in?
Yay, vw!
Erin, I picture you telling your students about your day in the slammer...
Hi, Laura! I'm getting used to the fact that we live here now, but it still seems a bit like a semester abroad rather than a permanent condition.
Heh, that's how I feel about Florida and I've been here 27 years.
Off and running again...
Hope that today is a day where I can spend some time on line.
I know Monday was a sucky day for lots of reasons for many of you - for which, hairpats, punctuation, and ~ma.
But a good friend who has had an exceptionally tough time of the last several years - much of it due to bureaucraxic craxiness - finally got some relief yesterday. This is "Numfar, do the Dances of Joy, Thanksgiving, and Money to Pay Rent, consecutively. Or simultaneously. Whichever," territory. I am so happy for her, I must celebrate yesterday as being a brilliant and beautiful day.
{{Erin}} What a suck day, but it sounds like everything will work out in the end. I'm very much looking forward to reading your memoirs.
IlesserbutfrustratingON, my favorite jeans ripped out last night. Right across the back of the thigh. This is the second pair of jeans (identical style from the same store) to do this in the past year. I'm seriously tempted to tell them they owe me a new pair for free.