That guy's CV sounds like the grad school equivalent of the student who thinks they can hit the page limit for a paper by messing with the font and the margins, and that of course the professor won't notice. Ah well.

OMG, a professor friend of mine just got a paper from one of his students that had, literally, margins that were at least 2 1/2 inches on the right and left. On a paper that was supposed to be 10 pages. It STILL didn't make the page limit. It was barely 9. She got an F.

I don't know if guys who go to strip clubs would like to place the tips in the shoes. But I could be wrong.

My entire morning with the kids was like a Louis CK stand up. I'm sure Jo Frost would have a lot to say about my methods (cajoling, begging, demanding, bribing). Why are they not flexible to MY agenda (which is mearly to get them dressed, fed and to school without killing any of us)?

Flying out of Central Wisconsin means turbo props--we always have to gate check our carry ons. I'm pretty sure we're eventually going to have to Fed Ex our clothes to our destination ahead of our trips from now on, as well as flying naked.

I'd do it if they return to serving peanuts during the flight.

looks at Mariners' record post-2001

Well someone certainly cursed them. It is just painful this year.

I just wrote some documentation and now I feel virtuous. Where's my reward of porn?

Hey, can I ask for some of that buffista ~ma to be sent to Frances this afternoon? I'd like to have her enrolled in a good school, without the continuing stress of the waiting lists.

I don't know if guys who go to strip clubs would like to place the tips in the shoes. But I could be wrong.

Depending on where the club is located, they may not have a choice. There are places back home where you're handed a stick with a clothespin at the end.

Today is pretty much being fan-freaking-tastic. All my meetings have gone swimmingly-to the point where people commented how well the meetings were going. A thing from Sunday left me with sort of a dear-dog-what-did-I-do that has now been sorted and order returned to my world. I got to talk to my friend in Paris for the first time in forever and finally I'm going to see Elvis Costello tonight with my gay boyfriend.

Yay my day!

can I ask for some of that buffista ~ma to be sent to Frances this afternoon?

But she's just a wee little baby! She's surely way too young to be going to school.

I KNOW Tom, but she's almost 5! At some point, my little baby became a little girl. Just ask Kat. She even says "duh!" and "you drive me crazy."

School~ma to Miss Frances!

Aww. School~ma for Frances. She's more than welcome to whatever positive energy I've got flowing today. Well, except for that little bit I need to get people to email me with updates so I can hit my deadline.