LOVE the Buffista school. I'd enroll my kid. And ummm, could contribute....something.
Am home. I looked up how many miles I'd have to earn, flying between here and Boise to get a free ticket - won't be any time soon.
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LOVE the Buffista school. I'd enroll my kid. And ummm, could contribute....something.
Am home. I looked up how many miles I'd have to earn, flying between here and Boise to get a free ticket - won't be any time soon.
If I had a kid, I'd sign it right on up at the Buffista Academy.
I've been reading along and thinking the good thoughts for those who need them. Well, and for everyone, but you know what I mean.
DH could coach basketball. Plenty of sports and arts. Some of that language and mathiness too. He would probably push for a billiards team. I'd enroll the boys.
Suzi could head up the PTO.
Should be writing. Or doing laundry. Instead am sitting here singing along to Sara Bareilles and wondering again why in hell I let audition anxiety ever get the best of me.
Also-- waiting for Ace of Cakes in a half hour.
I'll be a history teacher at the Buffista school. Our lessons will involve much re-enacting, because I'm sure our budget will support such activities.
Am futless like Kristin. Though, Ace of Cakes is always happy-making, but what to do for the next half hour...
Bobby is watching Superman. Somehow he has never seen it. Kinda delightful to watch Chris Reeve again. The whole movie is making me giggle.
le sigh. Buffista Acadamy -- wherefore art thou a fruitless pipe dream, when I can't find a freakin' teaching job?
Wouldn't BA be FUN? Emily and Hil could teach math, we could ship Nilly in for science, and Hebrew, we have lots of drama teachers.
Hec could be the bball coach and modern music history teacher; we'd have lots of librarians and an amazing library...our administrative staff would all be really cool, and our computer network system woulf be black and pink and feature teeny cupcakes.
And Fay could come and have teaching sabbaticals every two or three years and jet off somewhere fabulous -- wait, a teacher and Fay would work out some type of flextime system!
And all the position that remain unfilled would be filled by extremely witty single attractive persons. Nice persons. People. Sexobject people type witty things. Yes, yes.
And very good coffee, and a faculty room with a secret smoking loungue (hey, it's me) behind a moving bookcase. This is also where the topshelf likker is kept. For after work.
I just had cake. Some of the very yummy leftover cake from Dad's memorial.
Cake is always good. Better than dare I say, pie?