In which we go to the bank
Our controls from last Friday were returned today -- I got an 86%. Not too bad, with my test anxiety and all. Of course, we're going to be having these every Friday, and I fear I may have a nervous breakdown at least once.
We're finishing up with Phèdre in my Lit class. Thank heavens it's nearly over. Not to spoil the ending for you all, but nearly everyone dies; my first though was relief that it limited the opportunity for a sequel.
Handsome Man and I got a check in the mail today from the VA. Something to do with the mortgage and how long we've been paying it, and we think we're going to use the money to buy a microwave. First though, that meant putting the money in the bank, and this meant Great Excitement for Keebler because he come to come along. While Handsome Man was in the bank, Keebler and I waited outside (which was TORTURE for a certain black and white Border Collie) and I noticed an interesting trend. When people walked past us to go into the bank, they always ignored us, but when they came out of the bank, they always made cooing approving noises at Keebler along the lines of, "lookie the cute puppy!"
It struck me as a little odd. Keeber, on the other hand, approved of the attention.
I'm starting to feel hungry, and we need to go to the grocery store before any food can be cooked, so I need to pull Handsome Man away from Warhammer. Food!
We're finishing up with Phèdre in my Lit class. Thank heavens it's nearly over. Not to spoil the ending for you all, but nearly everyone dies; my first though was relief that it limited the opportunity for a sequel.
Handsome Man and I got a check in the mail today from the VA. Something to do with the mortgage and how long we've been paying it, and we think we're going to use the money to buy a microwave. First though, that meant putting the money in the bank, and this meant Great Excitement for Keebler because he come to come along. While Handsome Man was in the bank, Keebler and I waited outside (which was TORTURE for a certain black and white Border Collie) and I noticed an interesting trend. When people walked past us to go into the bank, they always ignored us, but when they came out of the bank, they always made cooing approving noises at Keebler along the lines of, "lookie the cute puppy!"
It struck me as a little odd. Keeber, on the other hand, approved of the attention.
I'm starting to feel hungry, and we need to go to the grocery store before any food can be cooked, so I need to pull Handsome Man away from Warhammer. Food!