lots of job~ma, Sail
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Jobma, Sail!
Happy Belated Birthday, Ryan! We're so lucky your dad shares you with us--you're a special light.
Thanks for the ~ma, it appears to be working so far. They've called my dean and the asst. dean, already. I haven't heard from the third reference if they've called her yet. ::nail biting::
Continuing job~ma, Sail!
Also, not meaning to ignore you, Matt. Many sympathies on your loss; it sounds like she was very beloved by the family and will be missed tremendously.
Matt, I'm so sorry for your loss.
I'm posting from my new to me refurbished iPad! I bought it before I knew about how much the health insurance was going up. Oh well. Last big splurge for me before it becomes all about ltc.
Condolences for your loss, Matt.
Thanks everyone for Ryan's birthday wishes. He's uited chuffed to be getting attention from a different continent.
Job~ma, SailAweigh!
I've got to totally re-think my interview outfit, because it's supposed to get up to 80 degrees that day, and, given the age of this school building, I doubt they have air conditioning. I could have sworn that I owned a dark grey sleeveless dress that I could wear with a black suit jacket, and then take the jacket off if it got too hot, but that dress does not seem to be in my closet. I did find a skirt and shirt combination that I think will work, though.
I'm sorry, Matt.