I once overheard two girls who looked to be about 10 talking about Dippin' Dots. One said, "They say this is the ice cream of the future." The other said, "I hope not."
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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 love that i can still free file with H&R block (via the IRS freefile website). Ok, slightly bummed that I'm still below the income threshold to qualify for free filing, but even with itemized deductions my one W2 single state returns were done in less than an hour at no cost to me at all with significant returns from both fed and state. Woot.
my current commute is 2.5 miles each way and I can be door to door in less than 10 minutes consistently. It's one of the reasons I bought a house where I did, for the shortest possible commute. Worst case scenario I can walk if driving is impossible due to miserable road conditions (since 911 doesn't care that my wee honda civic gets beached on large snowdrifts so I can't call in snowed) and in nice weather I can bike to work in a reasonable amount of time. Much better than the year I was living in San Diego and commuting to Costa Mesa in an 86 volvo with no AC, radio, or working tape deck. Those were really miserable commutes, especially for the 8am TYA calls.
I just read a great phrase. "The kind of day that makes summer seem like a rumor."
That sounds familiar.
Right now the concept of sleep feels like a rumor. Worked a 14 hour day, read for an hour and then crawled in bed and just. can't. fall. asleep. So now I'm wandering the internet and will try again in a bit. Blech.
And that's it for my part-time job. Next year in Jerusalem.
I hope you can get some sleep, Suzi.
I think I "win" for my half-block commute, but my office is moving downtown next year and home buying here is a joke. I'm sure I will live 100 mi away or its time equivalent at some point.
From the west side to downtown, the time equivalent IS roughly 100 miles. or at least 60.
Sunday, we went to a local restaurant, Dish, for breakfast. The woman who served us was also Noah's camp counselor from last week. She told us he had forgotten his sweater and to stop by the camp site, which is a church, to get it.