unsent letters (academic edition)

Dear University of Washington,

I don't give a rat's ass how prestigious you think you are, February 15 as a hard fall admissions deadline for all programs sucks monkey butt. Especially when your summer quarter deadline is June 1. This makes no sense at all.

Now I'm going to have to do Summer Quarter at UW and cool my heels in community college for fall quarter, or take nine months off until winter quarter, none of which fill me with huge amounts of glee and joy, considering I'm already nearly thirty and I'm already looking at taking three months off as it is.

You suck, and your cat's ugly too.

- L

today's internets award

... goes to geekchick, for sharing this and making me laugh.

Breeding in Horse Country.

small discoveries

Today I learned that there's a perfume out there that smells exactly like Bounce. Or possibly that some women like to rub dryer sheets behind their ears. Either way, it turned me into a raging bitch for about half an hour (not helped by my irresponsible eating habits, I'm sure. I need to remember that breakfast is not just for weekends.)

Hormones are for the dogs. Or at least someone other than me. I find myself wishing for a hysterectomy.

The child's latest trick, which of course I didn't know about until he did it, is to undo his own seatbelt. Well, I suppose that answers any questions we might have had about his fine motor coordination, doesn't it? Little demon.

Tomorrow we are descended on by doubletake and her LJless spouse, which is yay, and we shall procure boxen and yarn. Many, many boxen. And Chris will do the taxes.

Someday, and that day might actually be soon, we might be able to do our taxes on a W-2 instead of a half-million 1099s. Chris picked up his checks today, finally. I'm thinking of buying him some brass knuckles and piano wire for Father's Day if he has to strongarm much more money out of people.

In the meantime, I will feed the boy and have coffee and hope that this headache decides to find somewhere else to light. Maybe I am getting my mother's migranes. That'd be a real fun time, yes indeed.