I am so listening. I am. I'm memorizing every word you speak and at the same time, I'm noticing that your socks are different colors and there is egg yolk on your chin. And this whole conversation you don't think I'm listening to will appear in my next blog. So you might as well forgive me now.
Hi BB...You're right about that. But just try to stretch one arm out and get a shot of the two of us...one of us in perpetual motion! And...the hordes are pre-arriving. My desk is a bombsite...and it's apt to get worse for a few weeks before it gets better. However, I am still mostly upright, except for cat-greeting purposes.
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The only thing worse than being danced about is not being danced about. (I have no idea what that means.)
Well it sounds good, anyway, KD!
there's nothing else quite as wonderful as being greeted enthusiastically when you come home!
(are the hordes back yet or do you have a couple more days of frantic before it becomes insane?)
Hi BB...You're right about that. But just try to stretch one arm out and get a shot of the two of us...one of us in perpetual motion!
And...the hordes are pre-arriving. My desk is a bombsite...and it's apt to get worse for a few weeks before it gets better. However, I am still mostly upright, except for cat-greeting purposes.
That cat is so lucky he found you!
Iworked in a school (briefly) and I remember this time of year. Cold sweats.
Glad you've got the cat. Really. You seem to suit each other.
... and Mr Cohen's quote is the best.
At least they settle down eventually. And make bread on your lap, with nice sharpy claws.
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