(Thank God it's) Wordless Wednesday: Fall-ing
Good thing she doesn't know about child labour laws yet:
Banzai!
This was totally spontaneous and not coached by me AT ALL:
Aaaaand heartwarming moment over:
Payback's a bitch:
Clothes Make the Blog Post
Matt and I went on a date and did shots! No, wait. Matt and I went on a date and got shots! The day of my last shot, I sat around nervously all day terrified I would miss my time slot and left an hour early. The days I was driving my parents for their shots, same. Yesterday I ran around with Eve all day trying to find some decent black shoes for her abbreviated graduation ceremony tomorrow evening because we realized she only ever wears boots or flip-flops (my kid, obviously) and other than some super-fancy shoes for prom, she had nothing. We could maybe be forgiven this lapse if this was the first time this had happened, but, um, it's not. So we went to a few stores without any luck, until we realized she didn't really know what she wanted, she just felt like maybe wearing her Docs for grad wasn't completely appropriate. To which I said, hogwash (I did, I used a quaint and un-profane epithet, you weren't there, you can't prove otherwise). I wore Docs for my weddi
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On the subject of Word's spellcheck word-replace function, I once received a paper to edit that was written by someone whose first language was Japanese. He had apparently run the spell check in order to clean up the paper, but had hit replace in a few places that he shouldn't have. The paper was on borehole geophysics, and he had OK'd the change from 'borehole' to the Word suggestion of 'brothel'. Now that was a fun paper to edit. My favourite part was when he discussed 'excellent brothel conditions' and I wondered what would constitute excellent brothel conditions: pretty girls? soft beds? good scotch? cheap rates?
:-))