I feel good that I have a little gift all ready for when they are ready for visitors! Although I already know that his family was planning on arriving en masse ASAP, which was not cool with her, so I'm sure it'll be a couple/three weeks, if not more.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse, you'll have to check with her, of course, but it has been my experience that even with the influx of slightly-unwanted visitors, sometimes especially!, a welcome visitor is really really welcome. Even more so if you are the no-demands-does-stuff visitor (even if it is just hold the baby so they can sleep.)
All you teachers need to do what my parents did: make your kids grade papers for you! Of course, this only worked because for mom, she was teaching first or second grade when I was in my teens.Yeah, doesn't work so well for essays, sadly.
Yeah, doesn't work so well for essays, sadly.
the cats grade the essays! they always sleep on the A papers
...and throw up on the F papers.
Regardless of the vote I cast tomorrow (counting out those who've dropped out because I really liked Richardson though I doubted his chances and figured to toss my vote for principle) I think it might make me cry, because they are options I honestly & cynically never thought I'd have in my lifetime (at least, not since I was a wee idealistic thing cocooned in a nice dippy liberal environ.) And that's fucking sad. I'm glad my cynicism has been denied. And I hope it continues to be.
I like this system.
I like this system.
I'm not even sure if you mean the denial of sarameg's cynicism or cats puking on papers, but somehow I like it either way.
A friend of mine has a George Bush cat toy, which the cat loves to chew on and bat around....
I love how earnest sara is.
It's 8 o'clock and I'm ready for bed. but I've lost my book and can't find it and can't sleep. ARGH.
ALSO, we didn't get the goat house. which is sad. But I'm also filled with meh about it.