I wanted to be the village wise-woman - I would gather up various types of weeds and let them dry in the metal garden shed behind our garage, and pretend they were medicine.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Oh, and did I mention that I was vomiting this morning, and forced myself to go into school anyway, because he'd said that he'd have read this paper by today, and I planned to get his comments today, edit tomorrow, and then get it up on arxiv, because I really need to get this up on arxiv before I send in my job applications?
Also, I emailed him the latest revision last Thursday. A few hours later, I sent him another email that mentioned that attachment in the first one. He somehow accidentally deleted the first one, saw that the second one referred to an attachment that he didn't have, and then waited until today, a week later, to ask me about it.
I just called in sick for tomorrow. The fever is slowly creeping out of the low-grade range and into the moderate range, and I don't think that's very cold-like.
I'm sorry, Hil.
Ugh, I just got off the phone with my great aunt and she has breast cancer.
ION, I made Scrappy's chicken recipe and it was delicious, as advertised. I need to get off my ass and brown up the seven-bone roast for the pot roast tomorrow.
By the way, my hometown can boast A MOPED mobile meth lab.
Either I messed it up or I don't like yorkshire pudding. I'm inclined to believe the former.
Mmmm, Yorkshire pudding.
More Matilda talk tonight. She's been on a streak.
1.
Matilda: The moon is following us. We have to get it a costume for Halloween. It wants to come with us. It'll be a pirate and say, "Aaargh."
2. (on seeing a Barack Obama poster in somebody's window)
Matilda: Barack Obama!
Me: Did you see him?
Matilda: He's in the window.
Me: Okay. Oh, I see. It's a poster.
Matilda: I have to talk to Barack Obama.
Me: What do you have to talk about with Barack Obama?
Matilda: I didn't like the pink ice cream.
Emmett: Matilda, do you know what Barack Obama does?
Matilda:
[very solemnly]
He's going to do great things.
Oh, also, we were discussing whether a particular sentence should use the word "which" or "that." He asked me if I could articulate (and yes, he said "articulate") what the difference was between "which" and "that." I told him, and he told me that I had it backwards. I looked it up, and I was right. Really, do not cross me on grammar.
Matilda: The moon is following us. We have to get it a costume for Halloween. It wants to come with us. It'll be a pirate and say, "Aaargh."
I swear I didn't tell her the moon is following her.
Matilda: [very solemnly] He's going to do great things.
Hee! Just as long as she didn't follow that with the line from the first Harry Potter book: "Great and terrible things."