Buffy ,'End of Days'
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.
I woke myself up hacking up a lung.
Ugh. I've been doing the same for over a week now, along with my head having turned into a snot factory, so I feel for you. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to take any sick time as we have a major release this Friday (which I have serious doubts we should even try to make at this point). It made for a miserable weekend as my body decided that would be the perfect time to cut loose and let me be really sick.
Come on, Sassafras! Get home!
Cashmere, someday you may find this (or something like it) in your house.
We totally have an empty room! That would be freakin' AWESOME! I'm going to admit something--I love Legos nearly as much as Owen. The minifigures are amazingly cool.
So glad there's good news about Sass. Get on home, doggy!
I've been getting up at about 8:30- 9 am this summer, which is early for me.
But D gets home from work at 2:45, and, much as I love him, I wish he got off at 5, so I could have a little more time to myself.
My longest commute was 45 minutes in 1997. My shortest is now -- roll out of bed and stagger to the office by my bedroom. My last 2 teaching jobs, the commute was 7 minutes.
Sparky, SO MANY good thoughts and -ma heading your way. Come home, Sassy! Your people miss you!
Jessica, thank you for getting the info about Sass to your parents. Please apologize for me for all the eye-catching posters (eye-catching = day-glo yellow & tacky) that will be going up in the neighborhood. I swear we will take them down when we're done.
Awesome video of the President quieting a crying baby. Seriously cute. What the video doesn't show is that Michelle Bachmann made the little girl cry in the first place.
Dude, Bachmann makes me cry...
Just got a nice ego boost--I was walking back to my desk past the bathroom, and I heard from behind me, "Kathy [Last name]!" I turn around, and it's the manager who sits kitty-corner from me. She apparently hadn't seen me from the back recently, because she was just plotzing over how great I looked.
Since most of my weight remaining is in my stomach, I know that my current best look is from the back. At the support group meeting on June 2nd, a fellow surgery patient that I've gotten to know through the meetings, but haven't seen since I was at my last meeting back in March, told me to turn around, whereupon she smacked my butt and told me that I have no ass left. I'll be really happy when she smacks my stomach and says I have no gut left, either.