Doesn't seem right.
I think I've got everything packed except the things I can't pack until the last minute. I'm down to one jar of salad and an orange that need eating. Pretty much infinite cleaning that could be done, as always, but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
Project lead (aka rabid-cat wrangler) was driven to tears out of frustration today. And exhaustion. I'm surprised it didn't happen earlier, I completely sympathized. Was really glad I brought cookies to that meeting. So was she.
If I can get this damn 311 missed trash request in online, that will be the highlight of my day.
It was that kind of day.
I'm so jealous of you guys, -t!
I'm sorry sarameg.
I, on the other hand, am eating Fireworks Chocolate (dark chocolate with chipotle and pop rocks) and watching Gravity Falls. It's kind of a perfect moment.
Also, I have a lot of pre-vacation giddiness going on. A lot.
Nora, I have decided that our duel should consist of presenting a pairing of beer and dumpling to some neutral judge. Kale not required.
Nora, I have decided that our duel should consist of presenting a pairing of beer and dumpling to some neutral judge. Kale not required.
Very civilized, I approve!
1. I read on Jezebel that there is a homeless shelter in Alaska called "Glory Hole". I feel like people need to hire me as a double entendre consultant, which is m true calling. I could have saved the JCPenny customers from Scuzzy, the Vibrating Beaver, or possibly stopped the Vegetti.
2. My skirt fell down at work today in the hallway. I am glad there was no one in the hallway.
I am feeling a little down. One of my classes just isn't going well, and I can tell the students don't like the class because it is not going well, and I can't find my way out of it. Frustrating.
I read on Jezebel that there is a homeless shelter in Alaska called "Glory Hole".
Say what now?
That's hard, Gris. There may not be any way out but through -- sometimes the chemistry just doesn't work.
I'm so jealous of you guys, -t!
me too!!
1. I read on Jezebel that there is a homeless shelter in Alaska called "Glory Hole". I feel like people need to hire me as a double entendre consultant, which is m true calling. I could have saved the JCPenny customers from Scuzzy, the Vibrating Beaver, or possibly stopped the Vegetti.
Holey moly, I'm not sure which is more unbelievable, that someone didn't know what a glory hole is, or that Scuzzy the Vibrating Beaver isn't a sex toy.