Possibly.
I probably needed to use a bigger font. I guess font size really does matter.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
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.
Possibly.
I probably needed to use a bigger font. I guess font size really does matter.
I'm looking for a dress to wear to my sister's wedding. That I'm in. And I've been told in no uncertain terms, "No black." Spring dresses and me are unmixy things.
Cashmere, too bad you aren't my sister, or at least in my sister's wedding--all the bridesmaids are being told is "black party-style dresses, knee-length to tea-length." The groomsmen are all wearing black shirts and pants with red ties, and the bridesmaids are all carrying a single red rose to continue the black-and-red motif. My sister's wedding gown is a gorgeous traditional sleeveless dress with a big train and lots of pretty beading, but I don't know yet what the groom is wearing.
I probably needed to use a bigger font. I guess font size really does matter.
We should have "big font day" here at b.org.
OK, maybe not....
It may be pricier than you were planning to go (generally in the $180-300 range for party dresses), but Watters has some totally gorgeous dresses in lickable colors all the way up to size 24. The women in my wedding party, ranging from a 2 to a 16 (maybe 18? can't remember), all wore Watters dresses and all looked extremely HOTT. They're not cheap dresses, but they're designed to fit actual female human bodies. And you can dance in them.
I am a sad, sad little dressy-dress pimp.
Shit. Must pound out cover letter. Fucking hate cover letters.
To Whom It May Concern:
You've got a math teaching job? What a coincidence! I'm a math teacher! I love math, I love teaching, and I want to work with kids who have at least a modicum of motivation. Hire me!
Love, Emily
But I'm clean! That's something, right?
It is. Now go get ready. We'll have Tom with us too.
Emily, I have no trouble at all writing cover letters; it's the objective statement on the actual resume that makes me throw up in my mouth. Trade you hateful tasks?
I hate apartment buildings who don't take pets. RUBY DOESNT PEE ON THE CARPET, PEOPLE.
You think it'll take me an hour and half to get ready?
...okay, yeah, you're right. I'll go pick out some clothes now.
JZ, what is it you want out of this job? Other than fulfillment, satisfaction, making a difference in this world, and being able to feed your child, husband, and step-record collection?
Emily, I friggin' love that faux cover letter. I wish you could actually submit it.