Oops.

Job~ma for Aimee and ChiKat! Mmm, organic cotton.

I still expect Giorgiou's to be full of raw silk and it makes me a little sad that they apparently are not, but that beaded dress is mighty purty.

Scariness, askye! Did you end up with any anti-biotics at all?

Job~ma to everyone looking for work right now. Also health~ma to the sickies.

In meme news, I am wiped. I worked my tail off today to try to make up for the time I lost to medication stupidity and procrastination this week. Now I need to fight my way home through Friday-before-long-weekend LA rush hour traffic; get my nails cleaned up so they look halfway presentable for ND's family; clean the house up at least a little so that the appraiser coming this weekend doesn't screw our awesome landlord (who is refinancing, thankfully, not selling); pack my suitcase; find someone to take care of the cats while we're gone; and try to get a little more grading done before I collapse in a heap on the floor. Tomorrow morning we have to be out the door by 8:30 in order to drive to the airport and catch our flight to Houston for ND's niece's high school graduation. Those next few days will be chock full o' vintage ND-family goodness, I'm sure. Meanwhile, I must (MUST) grade at least 25 more poetry explications before school on Tuesday so that I only have 27 left for next week.

Oh, and next week? I have to write one last Macbeth quiz and the entire final exam.

Fucking meow, man. t /George Carlin

-t right now I'm anti biotic -less. For after hours my doctor's office makes you go to the HMO's urgent care center and I'm not in that much pain (from the UTI) to sit there and go through the whole thing. I'm just going to wait until Tuesday and call the doctor's office.

Unless it starts to bother me and then I'll drag myself over to the urgent care center.

Welcome, Becky! Looks like you've been here a good long while. So glad you've come out of the shadows to chat with us!

Becky supports me in email.
What? It had to be said.

Ooooh, I want our Empress to get the job with the organic cotton. Do I remember it was socks? Socks are grand.

Note to self: be nicer to the Empress, okay?

ION, I had a job interview today and got to leave feeling pretty shiny as far as my calm, cool and collected presentation skills went. Go me.

Then I went to Costco and bought about a million dollars worth of food for the BBQ I shall host this weekend. Burgers, sausages, two versions of potato salad (one guest dislikes mayonnaise), corn on the cob, cherries, and a big giant fruit tart for dessert.

Also I checked into Media Mail rates. Looks like I might get to send a box o'Scientific Americans to Utah soon. This is probably a less efficient method of disposal than simply chucking 'em into the recycle bin, but it's going to be more pleasurable to remember.

Eep, that's al ong time to wait. Hope it doesn't flare up too much meanwhile.

Go, Kristin, you can do it! I'm doing that roll the pom poms over each other in an upward arc in front of me. In my head. Goooooo KRISTIN!

Eta: Gooooooo KATERINA! Hooray for shiny interviews. And Media Mail rates.

I want our Empress to get the job with the organic cotton. Do I remember it was socks? Socks are grand.

Socks, tees, camis, tights, pants, and baby stuff.

Scary allergy thing, askye! Glad you're all right.

Job~ma for Katerine Bee, too!

I'm guessing the key is, as always, a properly-fitted bra.

Pretty sure my bras are fine. It has more to do with exactly where the sash hits; if it doesn't fit all the way under the bust, it looks sloppy on me. Of course, it may have a lot more to do with how I THINK I look.

Much job~ma for the nice lady with the magazines!

more pleasurable to remember

More pleasurable to read! Maybe I'll read something where I understand more than the article title and the summary paragraph.

Honestly, I'm not a stupid woman. Hubby says I'm one of the 5 smartest people he knows. But I look at these articles about chemistry and biology and electrophysics, and I just feel like Bubba the Wonder Goon.