So, my morning began with showing my students this, and you can take it as further evidence that this is my favorite student group in the world thus far that the first five minutes left them all gasping laughing on the floor at the antics of John Sessions playing Fielding himself.

Then, in what felt like a somewhat weird turn, we headed here (the ( Read more... )

We are in the process of installing a fireplace insert which doesn't quite fit into the space it needs to fill. Having already unsuccessfully checked at our local building supply store for the materials we thought we'd use, I volunteered last night to make a trip to Home Depot. Strangely, the Heir Apparent bounced into the living room and ( Read more... )

I...just don't know how to feel about this. I mean, the original reaction was a semi-hysterical "SQUEEEEE! Are you for REALZ?" and now I'm thinking, perhaps...ewww?

Anyhow, check it out. This link is mainly for darinbradley, polkabeast, ripperbard, roxana, and The Old Man Himself at farragoblog, but the rest of you may find it interesting.

Just Like Chocolate and Peanut Butter (?)In other ( Read more... )

Little gems from the Signals catalog.

Confidential to coquette_not: Big Guy and Little Guy Sweatshirts!

A perfect idea for sabrinanymph: It might as well say "Don't make me shush your ass."

Casual wear for our beloved leader of the Regime, darinbradley: a truthful definition.

roxana and I can handle being twins if it's to wear this: the perfect club!And for everybody slogging through ( Read more... )

...about my hair.

( Girly stuff under the cut. )

( Have spent the last couple of days on-line scooter shopping. So. Much. Fun. )

So here I am, lying on the couch with pounding headache, having turned in my bloody R&T dossier just right under the wire. Brain-dead, nervous wreck, whimpering quietly, sort of thing.

The B.H. tells me, "I'm running to the store, I'll be right back."

He returns, all unprompted, with this small package of incredible goodness.

Reader, I married

Just in case any of you win the lottery and want to spend it on me:

The greatest yard ornament in the world.

The Heir Apparent is now completely hooked on Animaniacs.

Wanna see us blow bubbles with our spit?

That is all.

The important thing is, my grades were done on time and I've found a spiffy new conference outfit. I will be so chic that nobody will notice the astounding superficial qualities of my paper ( Read more... )