Am futless like Kristin. Though, Ace of Cakes is always happy-making, but what to do for the next half hour...
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.
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?
Food is comfort. I usually send food instead of flowers for funerals.
I wish I had some cake.
DH and the kids are watching The Incredibles.
Mmmmm, pie.
Hec could be the bball coach and modern music history teacher
I'd do that! But I'd really want to teach a magazine class.
I am listening to the Once More with Feeling soundtrack. "Going Through the Motions" is creeping me out.
Cake is better than a Jello mold with shredded carrots. And/or pinapples.
This is standard Midwestern sympathy/congratulations/all occasion communal fare.