Omnis, I'm trying to be sympathetic, but mostly I'm thinking: "Jammy bugger. He can just get on a 'plane and go places."

t starting to feel distinctly nervous about her Christmas plans

Shir, I still maintain that if someone has chosen to incorporate a word into their screen name, then they have to be braced for the possibility that it will be used as a diminutive form (I mean, hey - Spike's Bitches, right?). But I respect your caution.

Sorry, Cash, I didn't see your post earlier. So much ~ma to your in-laws.

I have a doctors appointment at 11:15 tomorrow morning, so I'm going to come in and teach my first two classes and then leave after that. One of my colleagues is going to cover my 6th period class. I'm just at the point where my throat hurts so much that I'm reluctant to swallow, even after two menthol cough drops. Ow.

ugh that does sound like strep, Kristin. Here's lots of ~ma hoping it's not.

much health~ma to your MiL, Cashmere.

YOU GUYS! I'm done with one of my two classes this quarter! I have one more class session for my YA Lit class on Wednesday and a final project (that I'm almost done with) for that class and then I'm done. FOREVAH!

hooray Glamcookie!

WHOOOOO GC! That's so awesome! Go you!

To celebrate, you should buy shoes! [link]

What? It helps the economy.

Here's how culturally over-sensitive I am: Mal's preschool did several Thanksgiving-related art projects. The "Indian" one was a totem pole, very very Pacific Northwest. So I was crabby that they got the wrong native culture.

Then I noticed it was made from a toilet paper tube.

Healing~ma to your MiL, Cashmere.

I am sick of math. Been working on this topic for way too long and getting nowhere.

Tomorrow I teach my last classes of the semester!

Helloooooo.

Er. Am too tired to formulate articulate thought. Was ONLY PERSON at CPR/first aid cert class. Which was nice, as I got one-on-one teaching from a very competent nurse. But was bas as I feel like someone beat me with all three plastic mannequins. 2-bit hookers spent less time kneeling and putting their mouths on odd things than I did today.

And I still feel like I would kill someone with my less-than-mad CPR skills. And the nurse spent some time talking and the term "prayer warrior" was used. Ugh. And she spent some time talking to me about How My Prince Would Come Someday -- I Just Need To Believe. And talking about the gift she was buying her neice, which is a book from Focus on the Family, which was written by a guy who decided to spend every holiday writing letters to his future (unknown) wife about how he chose not to neck because everyone he would neck with would be someone's future wife and that would be Giving Away A Piece of His Soul.

Which made me want to stab myself in the face with a rigid splint, because he soudned like he was Giving Away a Piece of His Crazy, and if someone presented me with a bunch of those letters without a compelling clairvoyent talent, I would be running far, far away.

Usually, I would indicate my non-interest, but she was (a) very nice and (b) I thought maybe I would be able to get out of there early. No dice.