A victory for the Wolf Queen.
AROOOO
Still haven't heard from the graphics professional who owed me a mock-up on Monday. Have basically accomplished nothing today. I had a plan for the day, but it did not come together.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
A victory for the Wolf Queen.
AROOOO
Still haven't heard from the graphics professional who owed me a mock-up on Monday. Have basically accomplished nothing today. I had a plan for the day, but it did not come together.
Oh, poor kids of Burrell for getting sick and Burrell for having sick kids! Yay husband of Burrell for coming up with the link solution!
Look at all y'all making exciting plans and seeing exciting people and getting your houses cleaned (clean house is implicitly exciting)!
I had a plan for the day, but it did not come together
Maybe you can hire . . .
The A-Team! t cue big 80s-theme music
Oh, hey, I can get to that powerpoint I'm supposed to "make my own". Now I just need time to fiddle with it and a smidgen of desire to do so...
(I will just be over in the corner with Shemar Moore)
SNEAKY
While I, of course, love it when a plan comes together I mostly don't hate it when it doesn't.
Oh y'all I engaged with people defending the Confederate battle flag. So far no response. This may result in de friends.
Oy.
I would F the bejesus out of MGG (despite him being way too young for me), C Gibson and marry Mantegna. He's a keeper.
I read somewhere someone saying their memories of the good times associated with their childhood/the confederate flag weren't associated with racism. So I guess it is OK. I mean, I don't think my grandparents calling Brazil Nuts N*gger Toes was really associated with racism for me because I didn't know what they were talking about, but I now call them Brazil Nuts. Because even though my memory wasn't racist- the thing itself is inherently racist!
I REALLY hate when parents call me for information on behalf of their graduated from college children. I get that the children are probably untrustworthy, but I just hate it. Especially when I can hear the "child" in the background asking the mother what to ask. Still better than husbands calling on behalf of their wives.