Were they digital pictures? Because I really think you should share.
There were, but not on our camera. But there shouldn't be a big time lag before my cake shame is visible to all.
I have to say the reversal in confidence was huge. Because the top layer of the cake was almost perfect. Unbroken except for one little chunk. And the chocolate icing looked smooth and delicious as I poured it on and then....and then...the center would not hold. Nor the sides. It was tectonic. It was an avalanche of cake in all directions. Three out of four quadrants calved off like icebergs off a glacier.
brenda, Matilda ate her cake and enjoyed it and didn't go headfirst into it. She was a relatively dainty eater. A little bit of mess, but nothing epic. She liked it though.
The truth is out. They come from Detroit. [link]
Okay. I am done.
Are you happy now, disreputable nonprofit, making me do extensive work to illustrate how not disreputable I am? Because I did. So screw you and your disreputableness and your screwing over people that need your help. Screw you with your greedy, corrupt, selfish absconding with funds intended for long-term, life-changing, community-restoring programs for people who really need them. Screw you and your giant fiberglass roosters.
The cost of one of your giant fiberglass roosters probably could have paid for my whole annual program budget.
But it doesn't matter, because I finished my federal paperwork, proving that I am a publicly supported nonprofit and can continue to operate as such, and by so doing provide music education and recording services to talented young Navajo and Apache students and build relationships with them to live out love to them, so in your face, disreputable nonprofit!
And it didn't even take me until midnight. So I have an hour to bop around the internet and watch television if I want to.
Sorry for continuing my skipping-ignoring-posting-running, but I'm going to do this again. According to MFNlaw "If the Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me" Sep 28, 2005 10:20:10 am PDT I think that it's MFNlaw's anniversary, so I wish her and her DH a great day and a wonderful year together.
And, now, sigh-again, I go poof.
And I have to disappear school-wards, despite an epic incidence of insomnia that occupied most of my night. At least there is the prospect of nappage this afternoon.
(How epic was the insomnia? I watched an entire episode of
The War
without yawning.)
Kat, my mother does the same thing. "Oh, you have plans for the weekend? Just leave him with us!" Apparently grandparent love causes temporary amnesia about what state you live in.
Eggless cake = comedy gold!
Not clicking on the scary crab link, though I have seen footage of the Christmas Island migrations, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe after I finish my coffee.
Nothing quite like coming into work to discover that the air conditioning's non-functional. Especially when you work on the top floor.
I have a parking question. What is the point of backing into a parking spot?
What is the point of backing into a parking spot?
Not having to back out of a parking spot?
Is backing into a parking spot somehow easier?
What is the point of backing into a parking spot?
I've been told it makes for a faster getaway. I think it's mostly a guy thing.
