It's Greg's birthday today. Happy 34th birthday, Greg!My favorite sassy black cat, Schubert, is back posting. It's no longer silent in the world of Bil-Wau. Hooray!
I've taken a page out of Sara's book (figuratively---she'd be mad if it was literal) and spent an hour attacking piles of crap in my office today. Next week I'll do the bookshelves, but I wouldn't dare tackle them sans orange scented Pledge Grab-Its.
I wrote another St. Monica poem, totally out of the blue. That's two in one week. Now I can forgive myself for all the other stuff I didn't do.
We're supposed to get some cooler weather this weekend, and it's a good thing, because I'm making another cake. Sprinkles instead of cherries this time, since it's for Greg.
Today's Friday confessions:
* I've only just started using the toolbar button to link stuff. Up until now it's been all a to the href-izzah in Word Cage land.
* I get really annoyed when other profs' students put papers in my mailbox by mistake. I mean, it's totally clear whose mailbox it is. There's no mistaking. I almost want to assign them a grade. A bad one.
3 comments:
It's good you didn't really steal a page...I have mafia connections, you know. : )
that's a really pretty shot of you with the psychedelic (sp?) toy guitar!
Sara--hee hee.
Kelly, that's my rockin' Wiggles guitar. I mean my kids' guitar. Honest.
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