Joke of the Week. Every week, I put a joke in the dept. newsletter. They have been bad and worse. I feel no shame in stealing Lee’s jokes, either. Last Monday’s: What do you call a big group of short elves with a terrible disease? … … … …A Leper-con.
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Anniversary. So, yesterday Lee looks me deeply in the eyes (OUCH!) and says, “Uh, did we pass our anniversary?” I said, “You know what, I think it’s tomorrow.” “How long has it been, three years?” “There’s that thing on the wall that says ’98. Four years.” “Four years? That’s kind of scary.” “Well, we’ve been
Surprise. Last Saturday, some kind of miraculous day off that we both had off (!), Lee gave me a surprise. First, he disappeared for a few hours with the bebe. Then, he reappeared (with the bebe), and disappeared for several hours downstairs. Finally, he reappeared again. With a pinata. Very cute, purple dinosaur (not that
Grey Hill notes. The title is “The Things You Do Are Magic,” but that’s just too damn long to write out all the time in your brain, let alone paper. Ramble, ramble, ramble. A little sketchy history: South Dakota used to have lots of country schools. The government (I’m not sure what branch or branches)
Reviews. I’m behind the times. Sue me. Monsters, Inc., Brotherhood III, The Wrath of Khan, and just to be insightfully perverse, a rambly pambly about Steven R. Donaldson. Monsters, Inc. I was so ready not to like this movie. I don’t know why. And I haven’t been in a mood to watch movies lately. But
Raynews. Cute bebe news is always apprectiated, right? She’s sleeping through the night. In her own bed. Ahhhhhhh. I’m catching up on 10 1/2 months of sleep loss. Uninterrupted sleep. Wow. She’s getting steaily more steady. She can walk on her own and hold your finger for a little support, and she can walk all