It was no big deal for me, actually. I've always figured it would be easier to do it older. It's less confusing.
me either. suddenly, I went from measuring my chest to get to the 32A I had to have for mom to buy me a bra, to new bras every two months.
Ok. The supervisor not only approved a new membership date of the day I dropped off the paperwork; she's going back 10 days before that. I guess they have redeemed themselves. Though, the heart attack they gave me an hour ago could have been avoided.
{{Suzi}} We have 18 days left of school. Can't wait. Yes, I will be ready for school to start again shortly thereafter.
Speaking of work, I just got the best kind of promotion ever--the kind where they simply gave a name and a jump in pay grade to the stuff I've already been doing.
Yes! Woo!
vw, I'm glad you were able to straighten that out. Good luck with the doctor's appointment.
{{{Suzi}}} I'm sorry. You don't need this additional stress right now. Maybe you can put him to work doing stuff that already needs to be done around the house as punishment.
We may be getting a portable dishwasher for $50 tomorrow. Keeping my fingers crossed. I really don't want to have to spend $400 on a new one.
{{{Suzi}}}
Poor you, and poor CJ. He's really such a sweet, big-hearted kid, but he's also a trouble magnet.
{{{Suzi}}}
I just said something highly pedantic in a blog comment thread, and as soon as I'd irrevocably hit "send," I realized I probably sounded obnoxious. WHY do I have so much trouble keeping my mouth shut when someone is wrong on the internets, even when it's a minor point with no ill will involved and no possibility of making a difference in anyone's life?