I was a wackadoo early to bed, early to rise child -- like, my parents never had to give me a bedtime, and I generally woke up before sunrise. So the rule was that I had to stay in my room until my parents' alarm went off at 7 on weekdays. (I don't remember what the story was on the weekends.)
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
HKF responded to our statement that weekends should be different with a Maggie Smith / Downton Abbey "What is a... 'week-end'?" look.
Have you looked here , ita?
Yeah, remember on Friday I was all about emigrating to Berlin? Today, mr. flea got a rejection email about that job, and an email inviting him on a second interview in Dublin with IBM (which presumably knows how to move people internationally, at least). I hate the job-search rollercoaster.
Well, yay second interview, flea? Dublin would have the advantage also of being able to speak the language (at least mostly)! :)
Dublin could be fun.
Smonster's suggestion found me a place near here, -t, but thanks.
Angry Birds iphone covers - I think I need one.
I think the new VW Beetle could easily be made to look like the red Angry Bird.
Also: WHO WANTS TO EAT BABY TOES? Or, whole babies?
So disturbing, but SO FUNNY! Like an Anne Geddes nightmare.
So in I-am-vaguely-competent news, I powered through a bunch of paperwork today. And in I-am-vaguely-INcompetent news, I flubbed the box cupcakes and had to dump them back in the bowl and add more ingredients. D'oh!