Burrell, luckily you'll get to try again. Luckily we aren't defined by one moment in our regular lives.
This is true, although the problem with this particular moment is that it happens enough that my children have already incorporated it into their image of me. Which is why I hates it so when I do it.
Nothing like early morning mortification.
Oh dear
So the plan for today is to get some writing done. Planning on writing significantly increasing the likelihood that I'll do it.
I am "working from home" today, which -- since I'm caught up on my grading heading into finals for once in my life -- means goofing off and running errands. The bad news I woke up to today, though, is that our health insurance costs are going up again (don't get me started), which means the 4.5% raise I was so excited about will essentially be eaten by insurance. Grrr.
I live in Crocs now. They're perfect for work, especially since I need to hose off the flour at the end of the day.
Burrell, luckily you'll get to try again. Luckily we aren't defined by one moment in our regular lives.
Truth.
And speaking as the child of a yelly mother, it all fades away in 20 or 30 years.
I got shortlisted for a job I applied for in Warsaw, Poland. I am flabbergasted. I applied less than a month ago. I have no idea what I am going to do if I get the job.
Go Sue! You don't have to decide today.
I just got saddled with a monster task that can only be done manually. At least it's not my fault that it needs to be done, that's some consolation. How much do I wish I had NOT left my phone at home, so I could put on headphones and listen to music or a podcast while I do this damn thing? A lot. And that one is my fault.
I want to go see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Have a butter beer for me.
Burrell, they're building one here at Universal City! It opens next spring. We'll get to enjoy The Three Broomsticks and butterbeer right in our own backyard!