Kaylee ,'Shindig'
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.
When we lived out in the country, we had a dozen or more animals show up in our yard that people just dumped. We ended up keeping a dog and two cats and finding homes for the rest.
I think there's at least a place in purgatory for people who run pressure washers practically under my office window all day long. It's my normally san(ish) neighbor. I assume he's rented it for a day and is trying to get his money's worth. It's gotten on my last nerve.
Stay safe, California!
I wish I could take a kitty, because I totally would. We rescued one in Balto. that went to a good home in a couple of days, but if there hadn't already been two cats and a dog, I'd have kept her for my own. I called her Cativan, because she was as soothing as the drug.
Re: red pens. My students in one class at the last college I taught said they would prefer I didn't use red pen. I asked if they wanted me to mark good things with gold stars and, in all seriousness, they said yes.
Ha, ha, megan, that is so... I don't know. Sadfunny.
You know what I loved back in the day? Those pens teachers had - they were silver/grey with blue ink on one side and red on the other. I still love those pens. Do they still make those? I should buy some. Not that I mark anything. But maybe I'd start if I had one of those awesome pens.
ETA: Aha! [link] Yep, I still love them. Next time I need pens, I'm getting these. Hee.
And, also, Owen's haircut is adorable. Still. Different picture from FB.
I can't lie, I wish my boss could give me gold stars. Instead, I get eyerolls (I tried to explain to him why I liked wearing steel-toed shoes--why did I even try?).
Oh yeah. We did the shakeout drill in the jury room. Why wont this day end?
Sara, maybe ones of your neighbors needs a cat?
The closest I've gotten to a gold star in the working world is a smiley face. Which I found so odd ten years ago. Now it would probably make me happy. Look! A smiley! I'm awesome!
I think there's at least a place in purgatory for people who run pressure washers practically under my office window all day long.
Right next to the guy who runs the leafblower every. fucking. day. I get that there are a lot of leaves, but that sound is akin to a knife in my brane .