numbers
twenty thousand: miles we’ve put on our poor little hybrid in one year.
couple hundred: overtime pay earned in the last pay period. net.
fifty to seventy: dollars spent in gas each month.
eight: time i got home from work tonight.
two: bags under my eyes.
one: kitty i miss.
anyway. i really do have other things to say. for example: i don’t believe my applications were ever completed for a couple of my grad schools, owing to a couple missing reference letters (guess whom?). so my fingers are perma-crossed for the u of i.
and: i do have opinions about current events. just not the time to spell them in a concise, thoughtful manner. which also explains why i’ve been watching, erm, entertainment tonight.
also: my niece is the cutest. yes it’s true.
further, and inspired by my (step) grandmother and a weekend at ‘rents: i’ve come up with a list of excellent excuses to use on family who feel the need to interrogate me about the status of my uterus. hence:
- oh, are you ready to pay for their college education?
- why are you asking about my sex life? i don’t ask about yours.
- i don’t think we’re doing it right. what position to you recommend?
- (to matt) honey, let’s go practice. (exeunt.)