Since I am without computer at home I thought I would stop by the office at 7 and do a few quick work things. So I caught up on my threads and pictures instead. Not all threads since I haven't seen Heroes or Lost yet.
Connie & Katie B - media mail isn't all that bad a rate.
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"I thought it was neat how you posed yourself so noone could tell if you hadn't lost your baby weight. You can't see your hips, your belly or anything!"
We all have our own special talents unfriend. One of Aimee's is that she can't take a bad picture.
Bobby's baseball team won the championship last night! Mercy called at 13-2 after 4 innings. Now they get to do some regional thing. They ended the regular season in 5th place and came back to win it all. I'm so happy for them. They are a cute bunch. Brendon took pictures with my phone. Later I'll put some up.
Off to the homefront to get the 2nd one off to school.
"I thought it was neat how you posed yourself so noone could tell if you hadn't lost your baby weight. You can't see your hips, your belly or anything!"
Aimee, in my dreams sez: "Believe me, I know how lucky I am that I don't have to deal with your lumpy, mis-shaped body -- there's no way to disguise that in a picture, is there? But don't worry I've never cared about the way you look, I judge you on your personality. Bitch."
Things to be grateful for today: It's going to be 80+ degrees and I do not have to march with the graduates in full regalia.
Congratulations to Bobby and Team Bobby!
Good luck with Ivan, sumi.
Aimee, that's not a friend (in case you hadn't already decided that on your own). My mother tends to give back-handed compliments like that, but then I've known she didn't like me for years (she kind of likes my new hair color, but says I need to get ligher-framed glasses to go with it; my sister just disapproves).
In cat news ... we had a middle-aged, chubby, sedentary cat once. She'd never caught anything, even when we had mice in the house. One day she managed to pick up a baby bird that had, we assumed, fallen out of its nest. She carried it into the house, with the parent birds screaming and dive-bombing her, laid it down on the floor, and looked at it with a "what do I do NOW?" look. The baby bird sat on the floor, glared up at her and chirped menacingly. We scooped up the baby bird and tucked it back into its nest and hoped for the best. The cat we had after that one was small and dumb as the proverbial box of rocks. She thought she was a great hunter ... but the only thing she ever caught (aside from various inanimate objects around the house and, once, my hair) was a bee. Then my mother moved with her into a new house which got lots of crickets once a year. THOSE she caught. She'd eat them, but crickets aren't terribly digestible, so she'd throw them up on the floor ... and we'd find little puddles with legs sticking out of them.
And a lol cat after my own heart.
I agree with the director.
I would go one step further. John McCain would first shove a prisoner towards the cops, saying, "I found something for you."
HI, vw! How's the homework going?
Gronk. I feel hungover from the benadryl I took last night. TCG is home today and making me tea. We have to pack so that we can head down to the beach in a few hours. Yay, beach weekend!
