I'm ready to just cry. Blarg.
No word from L.
Not conclusive, but no positive response on job stuff.
AND I have a paper to write tonight.
Oh, and BIL is still here...goes home early tomorrow.
Can't drink cause I have to write the paper. Can't faff off and get my nails done cause I have to write the paper. Could I have written it over the weekend - well, sure. Did I? Obviously not.
Cave. Now. Please.
Jilli - may I aske what size the wrong ones are?
Had my interview this morning. It went really well. I had to gulp at the salary, but remind myself that we'd be ok. Of course, the signed picture of President Bush and the "I [heart] BUSH!" windsock was a bit off-putting, but I figure I can take part of my salary and donate it to the DNC and feel ok about it.
{{{{Suzi}}}} Poor babykins.
{{{Suzi}}}
Jilli - may I aske what size the wrong ones are?
A variety of combinations of band sizes 38, 36, and 34, and cup sizes of F and G. Oh, and a few 38DD, because I was very, very optimistic and lured by cute designs.
{{Suzi}}
the "I [heart] BUSH!" windsock
Just think of it in a porny way, and you'll be all good.
I think I'm getting a cold. Dammit. I'm all stuffy and my sinuses hurt.
Oh, and a few 38DD, because I was very, very optimistic and lured by cute designs.
We may be able to come to some sort of arrangement...
Aimee! Congratulations on making it to Michigan! And on the good interview.
Oh--Happy Birthday to GC, the Hello Kittiest of all Buffistas!