My dog ate my blog.
Yeah, y'see, this is why I don't have plants. I don't water them, I don't fertilize them, my cat/kids eat them...if people who know me well were asked to list the 10 adjectives that describe me best, "nurturing" would not appear. Ever. So my poor neglected blog sits here, collecting 'Net dust pussies. I'm a bad, bad BlogMom.
And this post, right'chere, is proof positive of how desperate I am to avoid my managerial accounting homework.
And this post, right'chere, is proof positive of how desperate I am to avoid my managerial accounting homework.
posted by ilse at 7:33 PM
6 Comments:
Wow!
I was almost ready to water it myself.
Hiya Ilse!
I didn't know you had a dog.
And this response right here is how desperate I am to avoid grading.
I missed you the most. The rest are just using you. Me? I was actually looking for you.
*pushes Kimmah out of the way*
No, I was looking for you first! You updated this just because I placed a small, piquant, delicate bug in a certain demonic ear, now dintcha?
Many hugs and hope you are embarking on the bestest holiday for you and your family ever, sweetie...
You all are sweet. And, apparently, desperate for reading material.
And Ginger? Zander and I have this communication issue... Sometimes we read each other's minds, and other times, we assume the other person has read our mind, when, in fact, they haven't. Therefore, we hardly tell each other anything, because we assume the other person already knows. Somehow. This would be one of those times where my psychic skills failed.
I hope you're leaving clues for me in Vegas.
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