Dammit, meara!
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
J'ai tué le président du Paraguay avec une fourchette.
Eh, did you already call them, Erin? Truth is, you'll probably get voice mail, right? Which sounds eager, but is essentially the same as calling on Monday, since that's when they'll get it...
Je dois part maintenant parce que ma grandmère est flambèe…
I just held up my cell phone to my forehead and intoned "Call me, (school name)! Call me. CAAALLLLL MEEEEE."
Maybe it will work! I was very sincere.
No, I didn't call them, because I checked my work horoscope (which said you're on your own; friends might not offer proper support) and then I read your comment.
I don't believe in astrology, per se, but I am freakin' out. a little.
I'd agree with meara -- aside from giving them until their own deadline, there's the simple human fact that with the holiday weekend, half the committee is already off for the holiday and the other half is watching and rewatching the piano-playing cat on YouTube and not noticing that the "new email" indicator is bouncing up and down annoyingly at them.
I mean, look at us!
Ooh, piano playing cat!
I mean, I am sure you are right.
I am freakin' out. a little.
On the other hand, I totally get that. But we can amuse and distract you and get you virtual-drunk on internet margaritas!
Happy birthday, sj!
Happy anniversary, Beverly and DH!