It was. We're the only place on a dead end road, with a killer driveway through the woods. I didn't even hear them coming, we were doing yard work out back. All at once it looked like a clown car of old ladies, then they were milling around, "Oh look at her lovely hostas!" Their "tour" consisted of the driveway, right back down it.
It was. We're the only place on a dead end road, with a killer driveway through the woods. I didn't even hear them coming, we were doing yard work out back. All at once it looked like a clown car of old ladies, then they were milling around, "Oh look at her lovely hostas!" Their "tour" consisted of the driveway, right back down it.
Not exactly a good weapon. Somehow slapping the elderly with a wet stinky net didn't seem like it would be appropriate. But the thought made me giggle. I did once smack a neighbors sheets hanging out on the line with a full pooper scooper though. She had it coming.That they are. They just don't think sometimes.I think I'd really have to fight back the urge to grab the shotgun!
Ok...*whew*
I think I caught up. Day from Hell at the House of Mouse. I spent the entire day trying to finish the first thing I started when I walked into my office.
On a happier note, the university where I teach has revived their idea of building a doctoral program in Business Admin, and has put it into the College of Business and Public Management's strategic plan. I was on the original advisory committee to plan the program design, until they shelved the idea, and I just got accepted to be on the new advisory committee. This means I might finally have a viable path to finish my doctorate. I'm tempted to cheer, but I believe too much in Murphy's Law.
Is contributing to the design of an educational program where I want to become a student a conflict of interest?
All I had handy was a koi net.
It would be a conflict of interests (yours) to pass up the opportunity to complete your Doctorate.
And congrats!
It was. We're the only place on a dead end road, with a killer driveway through the woods. I didn't even hear them coming, we were doing yard work out back. All at once it looked like a clown car of old ladies, then they were milling around, "Oh look at her lovely hostas!" Their "tour" consisted of the driveway, right back down it.
Having beef and cabbage soup, made in the "feeds at least an army" sized pot.
Frankencookies are done and in the jar. Of course it's a weird jar, cookies seem to just disappear from it overnight.
I think I'm cleaning up the mess and going to bed. Night guys!
Good evening.... muah, ha, ha, hack, cough... uh hmmm. How's it going?
