Squeeeeeee

[aibhinn]

I'm going to get a phone call tomorrow morning at stupid o'clock (6:15, when I'm on my way to work) from the teacher agency in England with which I've just signed up.

Phone call.

From employment agency in England.

Who, me? Excited? ;)

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[swankkat]

YAY! Good luck, but I'm sure you'll blow them away with how fabulous you are.

*does a little Blackpool dancing in your honor*

[aibhinn]

*dances the Tango with you, to Nancy Sinatra*

Or did you mean Queen? ;)

[swankkat]

Actually, I was thinking of The Smiths, with a little finger shaking. *wiggle* But we can sing Can't Stop Me Now with the windows rolled down. ;)

[aibhinn]

Oh, I'm good with The Smiths. Think we can talk a certain Scottish bastard of a DI into teaching us the steps? ;)

[swankkat]

Between the pair of us, our cleavage should render him putty in our hands. :D

[aibhinn]

Honestly? 'Putty' wasn't EXACTLY the sort of reaction I was hoping for.

Ahem.

[swankkat]

How about "air-hardening clay"? ;)

[aibhinn]

Uh, yeah. Yeah, more like it. ;)

(Your icon cracks me the hell up, btw.)