Who decided that it was a good idea for me to walk out of the house today wearing a bright purple sweater, a bright turquoise cardigan, and bright red shoes?
Whoever she is, I should fire her.
Also, the person who decided that it was a good idea to just fall asleep last night without first getting ready for bed and then was so rushed this morning that she left on the exact same pants—and MAKEUP—that she was wearing yesterday?
She should be fired too. For making me look and feel like a hobo. All day.
(P.S. I don’t think I should be allowed to write blog entries when I am tired and snarky. 
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November 18th, 2006 at 1:39 am
I don’t recall thinking you looked like a hobo. (”Tramp” was the word that crossed my mind.
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You used the word “snarky.” Cool. (Victoria would be proud.)
November 19th, 2006 at 9:28 pm
snarky is one of the best words ever.
I even wrote a haiku about it, after you dad used it at the summer institute.
November 19th, 2006 at 9:37 pm
James - I don’t buy it. I don’t think you even SAW me on Friday.
Teal - Seriously? I’d like to see that haiku.