'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
No one gets paid today.
Ouch.
So I have a lot of egg on my face, and I am not sure how it got there.
Ugh.
Our senior staff is in an all-day meeting on Monday, so I plan to have plenty of time to take care of my own stuff. Maybe I will even clean out my in-box! That is usually my Friday afternoon task, but I have a million deadlines just now (mostly met).
The pig is coming pre-butchered and frozen, which is the only way I could handle it. It's just a question of sharing out the packages reasonably fairly.
The pig is coming pre-butchered and frozen, which is the only way I could handle it.
And here I was, picturing you with a sharpie, drawing on a live pig with the butcher waiting behind you....
I don't really have a political opinion about fertility woman, but the thought of having eight babies at once is making me clench private things.
I'm happy to judge people. As my sister once said living in Florida, "I stand by anyone's right to wear a thong on the beach, but don't think I won't judge you on it if you walk into my office the next day for an interview."
For those asking about e-filing, I did free e-file a week ago and my refund is already sitting in my bank account. I'm never mailing again if I can help it.
ION, vicodin is quite amazing.
Other topic: this NYT article [link] is getting a lot of play on Jezebel and Gawker and stuff. But an NPR blogger wonders if it's fake? [link] I dunno, I feel like I;ve observed some girls when I worked at the Looniversity who were genuinely that shallow and crazy. NYistas, ring true?
Somewhere along the way Dakota Fanning grew up.
FTR, I still want to ride on Airforce One.
I also want to not be buried in work and to be able to take more than 10 minutes for lunch though, so I'm pretty sure my I WANT fairy is slacking, big time.
sure there are lots of those people. I doubt it's fake.
my judgy rant on them will make me late, so I'll forego it.
Time-lapse of a baby playing on the living room floor, with the human interactions over the 4 hours removed, no babies hurt in the making, et cetera. Work-safe, too. Via Andrew Sullivan's Daily Dish.