Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Thank you, God.

Microexpression: YEEEEHHAAAWW!

Two hours after that last pityfest I posted, they called. I got the job.

Dear God: it's a really bad precedent to reward that kind of whining. I'm sure my mother has mentioned this. But thank you, thank you, thank you.


  1. Great. Now you can just disregard everything I wrote and remind me not to try to ENCOURAGE you again!

    Russefrussenbubberstuffernudderfussen...(The ever-wise words of Yosemite Sam.)

  2. Lizy, it was all good advice. And it was good to hear it. I would like to reply with the words of the Tasmanian Devil, but I can't spell them.

  3. Blahgrahgrrruckenblick. I thought everybody knew how.