pssst motivation hides under the covers or on the comfy couch

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Ok, so I'm writing a letter to the U.S. Department of the Treasury, Bureau of Engraving. A coworker gave me a very small fragment of a twenty dollar bill that her dog had eaten most of. I'd told her she might be able to get them to exchange it, so she gave it to me, and said we could split it if they actually sent me anything from it. The fragment may not be enough, and they may not buy the story (unless their experts are well versed in the effects of animal-eaten dollars). But I figure, the most I can lose is the stamp to mail it to them, right?

How's this?

My friend's dog likes to chew paper. I was not aware of that until she showed me this fragment of a twenty dollar bill. It was sitting on the floor. There were no other fragments left. Perhaps it goes without saying that I did not want to wait for any possible remnants to work their way through the dog's digestive system. I know there is not much left to work with, and it would be perfectly understandable if you are unable to exchange it.

Thanking you in advance for your time and effort in this matter, sincerely....

Or is it a lost cause?

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Omnis, Frisco is not a kitten--he's Stephanie's new baby son who apparently does purr.

t not here, writing comments

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Poor omnis. Your brain, we eats it.

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Poor O. Poor Cashmere. I hope it's a 24 hour thing that only lasts 12 because he's young and bounces back quickly.

My DH and I put the dog in day care and spent the day unpacking some of the boxes we still had from our move. We got about 18 unpacked, put the stuff away, broke down the boxes and then I gave DH a haircut and now we're showering, picking up the puppy and heading to bonny's talk at the dog store.

We just need to figure out dinner.

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I need to grade midterms. Also need to figure out what to do about a student who, after every single quiz and test, emails me to tell me that he knows he didn't do too well on it, and wants to know if there's any way he can do some extra credit work to make up for it.

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does anyone else find it ironic that meara took the bus to the DMV?

Hah! It's the downtown DMV, who wants to try to find parking there??

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Poor O. Poor Cashmere. I hope it's a 24 hour thing that only lasts 12 because he's young and bounces back quickly.

Oh, this! Poor things! Hugs to Cashmere and Owen and everyone else dealing with teh sick.

Hil, I feel your pain on both counts. I'm 37 into 61 narrative comments, so I'm making progress, but I am so unmotivated to write any more. In terms of the student, that drives me batty. I just tell my kids that I don't offer extra credit because I want them to focus on the actual work and be sure their grade is authentic. Doesn't always go over well, but there ya go.

Okay, I need to get back to work. I did the first five comments today in Panera, but I think I need to give up my booth to one of the people giving me dirty looks. I have been here a couple of hours and am bogarting a small booth with an outlet. I've given similar dirty looks to my type before.

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I offer extra credit every once in a while, but it's just about always for something that requires understanding the course material. (Like, this week, we were doing some activities with showing all kinds of weird places the Fibonacci numbers show up, and I offered a few points extra credit to anyone who can explain why they show up in a particular puzzle.) I don't offer extra credit to make up for not understanding the course work.

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Sparky and DH AND Sass came all the way down to my workshop tonight. How SWEET is that? Pretty damn sweet.

And you should have seen Miss Sass owning the room. The cute was at public health risk levels, I tell ya.

We had a good crowd, despite the expected bad weather.

But I'm just Sparky came despite a day unloading boxes and still fighting off ick.

Thanks Hon. I really appreciate it!

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