In unrelated news:
- I have a head cold and sound like my upper respiratory tract is full of expanding foam, so I expect I'll sound weird on the phone until it clears up. Because of the cold and how the little burrito let me know she didn't want to swim at Monday's class (a couple kicks in the hip joint, knees in my chest and screaming), she'll be in the pool with my mom for Wednesday's class.
- The poster I did an illo for and laid out for Cougar Pride was well received. Now they want to know if I can do the same for a flyer they need for next week, so we'll see what my angry drunken muse feels like in the morning. I should bother them about their website not having been updated in two years, although I'm not up for another maintenance project until I get TODCRA's migration to Movable Type done.
- D'Evelyn Homecoming is this Saturday. I've been invited down to welcome fellow alumni; any Jags wanting to go along would be welcome (like
Mom overheard the following today at work. (Gallagher is an English teacher at Evergreen HS.)
Student: What's up?
Gallagher: A preposition.
Student: What?
Gallagher: Interrogative.
[later]
Student: What's up?
Gallagher: A direction.