We had some 1-inch sized hail here, and briefly lost power. Long enough for all the clocks to go wonky, but short enough that it took me longer to reset the clocks than the actual outage.
I am the editor of a journal and I have to look things up in our style manual all the dang time.
Casper is en route to the Jr. High Twilight Ball. She went with 5 friends (in 2 cars), all girls, all of whom were in short girly dresses. She is wearing a blazer and pants and just seemed so not confident and I am going to worry about her all night.
Aw, Casper. I hope she has a good time.
ETA: Excel just crashed on me. I think I will take it as a sign to just go home already.
You go, Casper! I hope she has loads of fun.
Tep, what's a P value?
Tep, what's a P value?
It's a value that indicates whether the probability of a given hypothesis is true.
The p value of me finding Chris Evans hot is ONE ZILLION PERCENT.
So, I had a split second reaction of explaining how that's not possible. Because there's always a little part of me that is indeed That Guy.
But I caught myself, and I'ma just say Awwww hell YEAH C Evans!
Timelies all!
Am at the con. The trip was pretty much uneventful, which is good.
Huzzah for the uneventful trip!
Huzzah for laws-of-probability-shattering hotness of C Evans!
I should be using my remaining daylight to weed the front yard but I don't want to so I ain't. The end.
Y'all, one of my neighbors, who is also the community assoc prez, got an inflatable outdoor screen and projector for the neighborhood. It's gonna be outdoor movie and fire-pit nights all damn summer.