Taylor Swift and her grandmother.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
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.
The bone weary is related mostly to work. Class sizes of 50 are wearing on me.
Kat, I can't even imagine. My classes are in the 25-35 range (my total load is 160 students), and that's a lot so I can't even imagine having 50.
Stratford-on-Hellmouth: a Buffy/Shakespeare mashup Tumblr
That. Is. Effing. Fantastic.
When I was a kid, we used a fair amount of Cloverine Salve. It went on random scratches, scrapes, and slivers.
(Edited to fix typo.)
Huh, me too. Something about the rampant sexism and horrible writing keeps turning me off.
perzactly.
Stratford-on-Hellmouth: a Buffy/Shakespeare mashup Tumblr
That. Is. Effing. Fantastic.
Oh yeah.
I'm having to restrain myself from attacking my Riverside right now. FOCUS, bitca! Getcher work done!
Stratford-on-Hellmouth: a Buffy/Shakespeare mashup Tumblr
Golf claps!
So Mom is all moved into the managed care facility. I'm not sure how the actual move went, but she going on Weds. It's going to be a big change when it comes to going to Maine to visit. Luckily, I have a number of siblings in the area. I feel very melancholy this week, though.
Oh, man. The kids of some friends got to go through a trick-or-treat line at the White House, and I just watched the video. As you might imagine, line of young kids, half of them just confused, but whatever, there's candy, so yay, got my candy, moving along, thanks dude, this is cool.
One of the four kids I'm looking out for, who is maybe eleven now and has a twin brother, also there... J walks up, takes the candy offered, puts out his right hand, looks the Prez in the eye, and shakes his hand, then does the same with the Fist Lady (which I typoed as the First Lay, har!). Manners and confidence! Good on you, J.
Who's brother's new restaurant is Farmhouse? The elevator was pitching it yesterday!
Maybe I'll go there when I have something to celebrate.
Like now. The official announcement to leadership just went out so I can say it out loud. In the words of my boss:
Congrats---you're a veep
Vice president, baybee.