~ma for Zoe. Poor pup.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Fast healing~ma to Zoe, Pix.
The school is gorgeous (GORGEOUS)
There are major spiritual advantages to teaching in a lovely school. I always (no, I really do!) feel more scholarly. I' shallow that way, but something about architecture and gardens and wood and stone and libraries...mmm.
Good luck!
I hope Zoe's leg is fixable and feels better.
Hil, I feel you on the magic vicodin. I didn't take any today because I had a shitton of work today and needed to be alert or some shit, and just got home and took some and am waiting for my head/jaw/neck to stop with the throbbing and aching and grinding.
Didn't you have an interview today, too? Or am I crazy? How did that go?
Didn't you have an interview today, too? Or am I crazy? How did that go?
It got rescheduled for tomorrow.
Hey, not crazy, just skimmy! Buena suerte!
I hate packing. OK. I'm in the doom of packing areas. The bedroom! Which has my "office" and papers, and tons of dust. Why do I get work spurts starting at 11pm? OK, I got roughly 40% of the bedroom done (square foot wise) but only 10% work wise. Now onto the junky side of the bedroom. :: sigh :: Once this is done, then it will be a lot of small stuff that is easy to pack. Wish me luck!
updated:
round one is complete. The high pile of stuff has been first sorted. Pile for the trash, pile for the 'memories' box, and pile to be filed. Sigh. Now onto round two. Sorting and filing pile.
Much non-surgical healing~ma to Zoe.
Good luck with the packing o_a.
You know, if it weren't so funny, I'd probably cry.
Got an email from the real estate agent this morning. Person living in our condo isn't able to be out until late Sunday. Which would move our move back a week.
Kill. Me. Now.
I'm emailing her back to say, "Uh - no. My lease starts May 1. She needs to get out get out get out."
That is utterly crappy, Aims.
Have the outgoing tenants talk to your uncle...
t runs away