I finished making my slides. Finished making my handouts. Presenting tomorrow.

I have clothes to wear -- new red shirt, old black slacks. I have a clippy thing to keep my hair off my face. I have shoes and knee-highs. I have makeup. I have a watch and earrings. I do not have a necklace, because I tend to fidget with necklaces while talking.

I also have a whole lot of nervousness. And a cold sore. And my hair decided to take this weekend to develop a huge knot that I've got to comb through now.

You're going to rock this thing, Hil!

...I cooked the whole package of bacon....

You saved the bacon grease for making cornbread and biscuits and other yummy things later, right? Bacon grease keeps very well in a can in the refrigerator.

Mmmmm...bacon!

::comes to the sad realization of NO BACON::

I just bought some today. I will be having bacon for breakfast. YUM.

IOmememeN, there was, alas, no ice skating for me today. The rink was so busy that they had no rental skates in my size. Dodged that bullet for another week!

I pan fried some of the Honey Baked ham this morning to go along with chocolate & caramel chip pancakes. We've almost used up enough ham so that I can make split pea soup later this week.

Health~ma to your mom, Theo, and coping ~ma to you.

Go Hil! You're going to rock!!

In meme news, I have spent four days grading, have more to do today, and have to go back to work tomorrow. I am an idiot for putting this all off until the last possible moment. Grr.

shoving it haphazardly into random plurals makes the Baby Jesus cry.

omnis I can forgive. It's the so-called "professional journalists" who keep abusing it that have been making me nuts and contemplating doing things that would end up with me in an orange jumpsuit with side-slash pockets.

My mother, a lifelong communications/PR professional, has started using quotation marks for emphasis. Like so:

I'm eating Trader Joe's chocolate-filled cereal bites, and I "love" them!

I try to explain to her that she should damn well know that using quotation marks in that way makes it look like she means the opposite of what's in quotes.

She yelled at me and told me that I just don't understand. At which point it officially became Freaky Friday.

(And I *am* eating Trader Joe's chocolate-filled cereal bites, and I *do* love them.)

You know you are in a room of brainiacs when grammar causes some of the most heated discussions.

Be glad you weren't around for the Gerund Wars. Very, VERY glad. Seriously.

You stay up there with people who appreciate that, like your parents, God and Ayn Rand.

And you hand me the perfect example of the serial comma being a Good Thing. I can't tell if you are comparing someone's parents to God and Ayn Rand, or you're giving me a list of three (parents, God, Ayn Rand). Or maybe my fever has eaten my BRAINNNZZZ.