I like seeing resurrection fern in coastal GA. You see a lot of apparently dead material covering the trunks of live oaks. A rain shower comes through, and the trunks burst in greenery. Before/after
I finally just got that. RN
YOU’RE a Canadian Consulate General.
I feel like a good healthy cry. It’s been a while.
Cut some shallots. Damn those little b****es burn. (Made some incredible couscous with them the other day.)
Strangely, I don’t get tears in my eyes when cutting onions, shallots, or any other typically water-inducing vegetables. Not sure where that urban legend came from, it’s just never applied to me. Or my family, I don’t think.
my HS kid has entered a new reply into our family jargon based on ads we have seen.
someone shared a story about something, and she replied “Shingles doesn’t care!”
now we find ourselves saying that to each other
I have a pointless touchbase tomorrow (well, today, now) with my boss’s boss’s boss, who is the CFO of the company, and on the off chance it actually happens and isn’t canceled, I don’t know that my heart will be in it.
I have a lot weighing on me and work isn’t exactly lightening that load, and I’m not in the mood to fake it. The whole point of the meeting is idiotic - they mistakenly thing I’m someone they want to keep an eye on. I hope I don’t give them a completely different reason to keep an eye on me.
Fingers crossed I still have a job after tomorrow.
You should bring a quilt as a gift. I hear they love that sort of thing.
Fruit basket to get the job.
Quilt to keep it.
Gotchya.
Like filming OnlyFans content at work? “Actuaries Gone Tail Event!”
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I’m not sure how I should take this message from LinkedIn - do they know something about the future of actuaries that I don’t? (Or maybe it’s just my future… )
Momma’s gotta lose some weight. I dropped my toothpaste in the shower (yeah, it’s all pipes) and bent down to pick it up, facing away from the faucet. The toothpaste scooted closer to the drain, so I backed it up. And my too-big behind absorbed the faucet handle and cranked the water up to scalding. And I had no idea it had even happened, too much surface area to keep track of it all, apparently.
Shower beer, shower toothpaste, what’s next? Shower toast? Shower quilting? Lotta options.
That guy in the Truman Show who pretty much lives in his bath tub figured out how to live my best life.
bought chips with chipotle last night. i realized i want every single chip to be the one where all the salt seemed to have landed.