All I want to do right now is drink chocolate milk made from a powdered mix.
My mom just called and left a message that said "I won't be gone for long..." As I had no previous knowledge of her trip to New England prior to her call from the airport, I initially began creating a little story about how she was on the lam...which might still be true.
Now it's time to work on a little adaptation, but I might be distracted by layers of boxes into continuing the unpacking glory that is the combined home of Ida and Yellow Dog. Yesterday, while taking apart and then putting back together the kitchen table I found myself wishing that I got to build things with tools more often. It's so satisfying.
Unsatisfying is that T'arts has yet to get back to me about whether or not I'm supposed to haul my ass over there today. What is up with poor communication from places which are, essentially, teaching communication? That's right, kids, say whatever it takes to get an "A," but we hope you realize that we're not really paying attention, nor will we ever, nor will anyone ever pay attention to you, we're too busy with our own jobs, which, ironically enough, are about facilitating your education.
Right. Chocolate milk. And a little story about a baby dragon. Facilitate that.
Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun, roll out the barrel, we've got the blues on the run, Zing Boom Terrara...
Posted by Ida at October 1, 2004 10:55 AMI was going to say, "Hey, I can facilitate you chocolate milk by the bucket load", but it wouldn't be of the powdered variety.
Posted by: KING COMTE I at October 1, 2004 02:13 PM