Thanks, Erin. We still don't know what the exact cut will be -- it depends on what the legislature does with the state budget.
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Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
I feel for you. I have no idea whether or not I will be asked back, and apparently, this school has asked people back before...and then told them not to return in June or July.
erin, meant to say, hope the thingy goes well, as well as such a fraught thing can.
Hil and Erin, much job~ma to you.
Next time I freak the fuck out, someone please ask me to Look In My Pill Case and make sure I took my AD? Somehow I missed Saturday and Sunday, no wonder I had a meltdown last night. I'm trying to make up for it tonight, watching Pretty in Pink and being productive.
Every time I watch Pretty in Pink, I a) cringe at the number of times I chose a Blaine who didn't give a shit over a Duckie (though the times I chose a Duckie didn't work out, either) and b) am stunned all over again by how shapeless and ugly the titular dress is. I mean, at least it looks like something a high school girl would wear, but damn. My sister sewed her prom dress (with help) and it looked way better than that. Oh, and c) what a great soundtrack.
Ack. How stressful for you both.
The Biscuit does the "whole pack" celebration with his toys. Ideally all three of us will not only be in the house, but inhabiting the same space down to the atom.
Good luck with the teacher jobs, teachers.
The Biscuit does the "whole pack" celebration with his toys. Ideally all three of us will not only be in the house, but inhabiting the same space down to the atom.
I was just today talking about how much Bartlby wishes that I would sit still for as long as he wants me to be still. He hates it when I exercise or even move from room to room. My hula hoop makes him very nervous.
On the other hand, when he wants to play, I must/must move!
I particularly love the PANTS game. When I go to put on trousers, he gets very excited. He scoots under me and plays at grabbing for the pants leg. It cracks me right up.
Pants = outside?! Yay!
He hates it when I exercise or even move from room to room.
Mr Peabody is the same. When I'm doing things in the kitchen or cleaning, he either barks to go out or throws himself on the floor and looks pitiful.
I wanted pie so bad i stopped by the grocery store on the way home to pick one up. The bakery section was picked dry, so i got a frozen berry pie. Put it in the oven as soon as i got him....but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting! Not a chance i have that kind of patience (or wanna stay up that late!). I am so gonna have messy, gloppy, hot pie.
but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting!
That's just crazy talk.
Bartlby wishes that I would sit still for as long as he wants me to be still
Leo cannot abide me sitting at my desk. He yowls, he prowls, he paws at the window glass, he walks back and forth between me and the monitor (carefully not stepping on the keyboard), until it's kitty naptime and he falls asleep. If I sit anywhere else, he curls up near me, but the desk? Apparently he hates my job.