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Got an A on Yiddish midterm. \o/

Cast on last cupcake while in waiting room for allergy shot. Will absolutely finish in time to give pre-determined number of cupcakes to small children; this may be the first time I've ever finished a knitted gift on time. Let's all try to contain our amazement.

Got folder with red-tab notes of stuff that needs fixing from colleague who is busy with other project this a.m. I swear every time we look at the document we see more typos and logical inconsistencies. Just hand it in already and then it won't be our problem anymore.

Soon enough it won't be my problem anyway, b/c I am off 6ish this evening to head to the airport and then head south (five-day forecast calls for high 70's, can't wait) and see my girls! (two of them, anyway) and their babies!

Miss me!

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My sister-in-law cracks me up sometimes, in much the same way ... well, we are all amused by one another, in my family.

Just enough background: she is a writer, and recently sent a novel off to her agent and got it back with entirely reasonable (and foreseeable) notes about things that need to be addressed before it will be ready to go. So that's what's occupying her time lately.

She says to me gChatwise just now:

new complete change of subject: i was nominated for a grant and have to write a 1 pg letter explaining what i would do with said grant, were I to get it.
my answer is "I'd use it to support myself for a month or two so I don't need to work and can finish my $@&# revision." Now, must make that 1 page long.
and i have to take out the profanity
so it's even shorter.

Maybe it's funnier if you know her, but I actually did laugh out loud. :-)

i don't know, some days.

I mean, I do know. But, just.

Look: we just got a broadcast e-mail notification:

There will be a manditory meeting at 4:00 in [location].

[SIC], I assure you, and while this would make me unhappy under normal circumstances, what's really got me despairing is that this e-mail came from our communications manager.

aaand we're outta here!

Set my out-of-office e-mailer. Submitted my timesheet. Locked my filing cabinet. It's airport time!

(I may be a little bit excited for the 79-degree weather and the festival of babies and toddlers. [g])