Vocational schools for the deaf used to teach printing, which made a certain amount of sense because you couldn't hear when the presses were running. The first newspaper I worked on had quite a few deaf workers in printing and composing, and the other guys picked up quite a bit of sign language. When I had to take copy up to the print shop or do last-minute proofing, the minute I stepped on the floor, the guys would start pointing at me and signing.
'Jaynestown'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
We put together the metal shelves we bought for our closets tonight, so one more accomplishment for the day. Maybe tomorrow we can actually start unpacking some of our kitchen stuff.
My closet is clean, I did 3 loads of laundry, made dinner, did a Target run, worked on a work project and decoupaged a light switch for my newly painted hallway.
And I just exfoliated and applied a 2nd round of self tanner, painted my toes Rock Star Pink (Sally Hanson) and my fingernails Red Carpet, a glittery blood-red. Jilli would approve, I think.
clearly I need to hang out with Erin & SJ, in the hopes some of this productivity will rub off on me.
Ha. This comes after two weeks of being horribly non-productive in every way, o_a.
I know Erin. And I am so glad you are feeling better! {{ Erin }}
I am! And thank you, darlink.
the ultimate fart joke?
Love it.
Then he said, "yes'm
I get this a lot. And Miss Laura. It is tough to change cultural norms. It sounds like things are going well in the new job though!
Ok, enough delaying getting showered. Suture removal day!
the guys would start pointing at me and signing
Well, better than pointing and laughing, I guess.
Today's Wondermark is relevant to an earlier conversation about waiting at the doctor's office.