Well, I love my babes. Today I was kidding around with Tallis and asked him what on earth his bellybutton was. He answered, "Aw mom, you know that's where my extension cord was!"
My sweet Mila just rescued a baby bird from the cat. She has the tenderest heart . . . I wish I could assure her that the bird--which we left under a bush, after removing the cat and dog--would survive.
At work today I spoke with my boss, who is the adjunct adviser. I wanted to discuss with him some ideas I had for the adjuncts this next semester. (I am the adjunct representative to the English council, a post which covers me with gloire enorme and not much else. I hope I spelled that right.) Anyway, it seems that all my ideas are unlikely to be accepted by those who like the status quo--the downtrodden adjuncts should remain so. Jack's final words were, "It's always been done that way." I replied, "Foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds!" and swept out of the office. I wonder if he's seen "What's Up, Doc."
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Gloire enorme is how it's spelled. I love anyone who loves Emerson. Your turn!
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