In me news, I just found a Bronze Age arrowhead in a bag of material that's already been looked at.
That is the last thing on DH's Life To-Do List: Find an arrowhead.
Also, that's COOL! Except for the missing it part. Nice that you caught it.
And -- watch your back.
Don't think I'm not.
If my kid said that to me, I would answer, "Oh no, you're the evil closet monkey."
I think Liv qualifies more.
Cashmere, your kids are starting to scare me.
Just now, starting?
Our craft project this morning was making robot costumes out of paper bags and aluminum foil. It kept them busy for all of 15 minutes. They're now watching Chicken Little.
Just now, starting?
I'm toughened by the 13 & 15 yo boys.
I'm toughened by the 13 & 15 yo boys.
Excellent point. Although you misspelled "seasoned in the fires of hell."
What's a Meyers Briggs test?
Like a personality test, it looks like.
I'm taking it in conjunction with a career development seminar so apparantly the results will be used to figure out what kind of jobs are good for me and/or how to work with people with different personalities.
I'm taking it in conjunction with a career development seminar so apparantly the results will be used to figure out what kind of jobs are good for me and/or how to work with people with different personalities.
Ooh, hey! I think my dad did one of those, as part of some company training course thing. The guy who ran the course rang up my dad to check the results because apparently my dad got the highest score on the 'compassion' section they'd ever seen in a man, and thought something had gone wrong with the test. No, that's just my dad, the guy who cries at pictures of puppies. He still hasn't lived it down in the office, I don't think.
Happy Birthday MM.
May the flying monkeys and the zombies bring you the inspiration (and parts) needed to complete that darned transporter.
Dearest Buffista Attorneys:
I mean absolutely no offense, but gods I hate leasing to lawyers.
Or rather, law students.
Much love to you guys -
Aimee
I (mistakenly) hoped he had handled it Saturday.
Shouldn’t that be (knew that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell)?
It is currently 56 degrees and is supposed to hit the 60's today.
The iPhone (it needs a name, as does the roomba) says that it’s 52. I was warm in my suit and winter coat. I left the coat in the car. I may regret that when I leave after sundown tonight, though. The high on Wednesday is supposed to be 69.
Owen is now saying, "My name is Stewie. You Lois." He also calls Christopher "Peter" and Olivia "Meg."
But does he say it in a British accent?
Shouldn’t that be (knew that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell)?
Yes, but like many of my forebearers, I sometimes choose to live in my delusions.
