Timelies all!
Tonight we are going to the monthly open sing for the Folklore Society. (The theme is animals)
G's cousin is getting married this weekend. There's a rehearsal dinner tomorrow night and the wedding is Sunday night.
During the day? Catching up on shows on tape.
Weekend: NCistas (YAY!!!). Sorta-long-weekend (YAY!!!). Catching up on late schoolwork (ooops!!). Ongoing celebration of hub's birthweek (YUM!!). Finishing Rome (sob!!). Reveling in having a phone that actually rings reliably when called (about damned time!!). Breaking my exclamation point key.
That dress looks AWFUL on her, and it's mostly her body being incompatible with the design
I thought it was Joan Rivers for a moment. I've always thought SJP had an unfortunate nose, but haggard is a very good word. Plus she's got protruding veins in her arms, and her shoulders look euw.
My mama-bearness is a moot point. K-Bug got the job. She called them again and they apologized and said she just had to get her work permit and she was set.
She laughed when I told her I was ready to go tilt windmills for her, even though it would all be virtual instead of actual. I know she is a strong kid, able to stand up for herself.
I'm glad it worked out Suzi.
Oh, yay! Good for K-Bug.
Does this mean I can come buy yummy treats from her?
I have lost my mind, people. Our marketing manager—who's been peppering me with increasingly frequent special requests in addition to my normal workload—sent me an ad layout request at 5:00pm on a Friday. And I sent her the completed file 20 minutes later. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?
She's tasted blood, Matt, and she'll be back for more.
Oh, no, Matt. You fed the stray filet mignon.