Why do I keep thinking it's Friday?
Sigh.
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Why do I keep thinking it's Friday?
Sigh.
{{sj}}
I know you said no hugs, but I am fairly fresh from a memorial for the guy who instituted "Hug Your Neighbor Day" at my college and that was the best thing ever, so I am wanting to hug everyone all the time, pretty much.
Good luck with the tattoo reveal, Fay, and I hope the low price visa interpretation is the correct one.
{{everyone working too hard and too long}}
[edited to clarify: Hug Your Neighbor Day was the best thing ever. The memorial was grand but, you know, sad. I am bad with the dangling modifiers or whatever you call what I did there]
I wish it was Friday. I'd be heading home.
**slumps into forum, looks around, smiles and waves weakly**
Hello, Lovelies!
Semester from Hell finally over (don't know grades yet - was hoping for A's, currently betting on B's). Finally re-caught up with mah Bitches.
That is all.
Let me meara. No, is too much. Let me sum up.
Glad to be back. Missed y'alls. **Hugs the Bitches**
Edited to remove one of my own worst pet-peeve typos
Why do I keep thinking it's Friday?
Because there is something cruel in the air that makes it feel so very Friday-ish. We have it here too.
sj, clearly you and TCG need to move to SD. We don't shovel or sand anything either, but for a waaay different reason. IJS
I wish it was Friday, too--it's my last day of work till Jan. 2.
One of my grades was posted - A+! Woot! This is from the prof that I was always kidding with about getting an A+ - coincidence???
I wish it was Friday, too--it's my last day of work till Jan. 2.
Ditto. And usually the Director comes around to let us leave a few hours early. (Which makes me feel guilty when I (who come in after 8) leave at the same time as co-workers who came in at 6:30 or 7:00. But not guilty enough to not leave).
C'mon Friday!
One of my grades was posted - A+! Woot!
Woot, indeed! What class?
MM, actually, it's not so much that Aimee, or any of us really, actually want to give you a stroke, it's just that we see that vein in your forehead and think, "Wow. I wonder just how big that thing can get before it pops. I bet it sprays blood everywhere. This I've got to see."