Okay, so it's been a while since I posted one of these. This one isn't even that long, really.
May 8, 2008
Bank: deposit gift, and talk to them about continued automatic deduction that shouldn't be
Study: I was thinking of going to the local teashop and spending some quality time with my notes. Anyone want to come along?
Catbox: yes, still. They keep using it, I keep having to clean it.
Mangos: peeled and put in the dryer. Merrie eats them like woah.
Plant my two new plants, which I call pets.
Call the dentist and schedule my surgery and crown. Joy.
Call the financial aid service about Merrie's tuition next year.
Make dough for calzones for dinner tonight, and more for lunches later.
ETA: Not bad. The studying (and teashop) didn't get done, and neither did the call to the financial aid company, but I have the information I need for the latter, so I'll be okay if I call them tomorrow.
Oh, and we're a potty mouthed family. So, Merrie was talking about ... something and she used the word Fuck. A few times. Finally, Fred broke in and said, "Hey, stop that. Fuck is not a comma."
*dies of giggles*
We're all the Williams child here.
I'd better get started, then, hadn't I?
Stasia