t thread drive-by
I didn't have to go to jury duty today, so I got to meet the new Head candidate.
I. LOVE. HER.
Whee!
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t thread drive-by
I didn't have to go to jury duty today, so I got to meet the new Head candidate.
I. LOVE. HER.
Whee!
Not on my head, but actually wearing them and looking through them.
I did this just a few days ago in the car. Right after I had put on my sunglasses, I looked in my glasses case for my sunglasses and was baffled for a good twenty seconds at how my regular eyeglasses could possibly be in there when I need my sunglasses and where are my sunglasses? Oh yeah. You just. put. them on. In my defense it was a very bright day.
tuna salad
I. LOVE. HER.
YAY!
in stomach news: mine seems to have something very important to say. It's been mumbling away down there for a good ten minutes. I wish I spoke gurgle.
crackers
today all of my measurements of time shall be in the form of "a good ___ minutes"
Our friend W, who had the heart attack ( see apocalypse) had hopes of getting out today. but he still has elevated heart enzymes - which if I read correctly, most of them stay high for a bit. (since I don't know which one is elevated - I am ignoring the one that looks worse)
Yeah, Laga, but was it a good ten minutes, aside from the gurgling?
Not on my head, but actually wearing them and looking through them.
I have totally done that. Whole time, I'm wondering why I can see so well, too.
My dad once left his dentures in his recliner. Only man I've ever heard to bite himself on the ass.
Oh! beth, I meant to say, much ~ma for your friend.
Also, Kristin, I'm glad you like the new Head of School, it does help to be able to look forward to working with someone like that.
A couple of weeks ago I got into the shower with my glasses on, didn't realize that until the water got on the lenses.
I chalk that up to the lack of sleep I've been dealing with.
Back in college, one of my roommates was planning her wedding - which included making her own gown, the flower-girl's dress and making all the floral arrangements - the quarter she did her student teaching, while working 30 hours a week. One Sunday morning as she was getting ready to go to church where her fiance's father was the pastor, she took a bath, and didn't realize until she stood up to get a towel that she still had her nightshirt on.
I was just talking about this today -- I'm not sure how people manage to work full-time jobs and have hobbies, let alone go to school, hold down second jobs, or raise kids. I'm barely managing one job.
Er... or is that the depression? God, I hope it's the depression, since the alternative is that I'm kind of like half a person. And it's the lame half.
In other news, did anyone else watch "Tin Man" last night? Or is it being talked about somewhere else?