Love the chair, Juliana!
For all of your amusement, I present a series of five shots from Disneyland that say oh so much about Drew, Jilli, Pete, Sean, and me: [link]
[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.
Love the chair, Juliana!
For all of your amusement, I present a series of five shots from Disneyland that say oh so much about Drew, Jilli, Pete, Sean, and me: [link]
Bwhahaha! I love those! And they do seem to reflect your personalities...
My boss was on vacation all week until today. Which is why my coworker and I were the ones in the meeting with the CEO until 9pm on Tuesday.
But boss was in Napa. So this afternoon, she whipped out a bottle of wine, and we finished what we were doing at 5pm (which for me is earlier than I'd leave) and we all sat drinking the bottle in her office. Whee!
My advisor actually finally read the paper I've been writing. And he had actually helpful comments on it!
And now I'm working on some genealogy stuff. And trying to decide what the polite degree of google-stalking possible relatives is. (Just sent off an email to someone whose email address I got through several rounds of searches. I explained to her in the email how I found her address, so it wasn't just totally out of nowhere.)
OMG! beth! WTF? I hope everyone ends up as healthy as can be.
I'm sitting through a production of Midsummer Nights Dream. I would much rather be a home. I would also prefer it if my right ear didn't hurt.
Sympathies on the ear, ND.
Is the MND as warped as the one on Eureka last season?
For all of your amusement, I present a series of five shots from Disneyland that say oh so much about Drew, Jilli, Pete, Sean, and me
Heh. I had completely forgotten about those. I see I am applicably chirpy in my image.
My sister got me a pair of the Adidas by Stella McCartney sneakers. I think these are quite possibly the most uncomfortable shoes I've ever worn. They're ridiculously narrow, there's an elastic across the instep that is so tight it forces my arch to flatten completely, and the heels are designed so weirdly that the only way I can walk in them is to let my ankles turn all the way in. They're so wrong, I can't believe the person who engineered these things has ever actually seen feet.
They're really cute shoes, though, and I keep looking at them and thinking, "They're not so bad, maybe they just need to be broken in a bit," and then I put then on and remember why I just took them off.
Though not the same shoes, I did the same thing with today's shoes. I've had them on a shoe form, stretching for forever. I figured if I wore them with nice sheer trouser-socks, I'd be good.
And they were good...all the way in to the office. But when I put them back on (what? you take your shoes off under your desk too, don't you?) at lunch time they were not comfy.
So I came home and put my Doc M boots instead. Totally inappropriate for LA in July, but they do boost the spirit.
But, damn, I love those shoes that will not fit. They're patent leather loafers, but without the seams (I'm anti- those everted seams). Grr.