Random Neuron Firings
If the forecast is true, it’s going to be 41 degrees and raining when we’re in NYC. Nice.
“RSVP” stands for the French phrase, Répondez, s’il vous plaît. Translation: Please respond. People ignore it all too often. If you can’t be at my meeting, PLEASE RESPOND. If something came up last-minute and you missed the meeting, LET ME KNOW. If you totally forgot about it despite the notifications…well…I guess meetings are the least of your worries.
I always tell my students: “Do not leave me to my imagination.” Telling is always better than not telling.
I think there are people who don’t like not being in charge. Sorry for the double negative, but the issue, for me, is doubly negative.
I think there are people who would complain if Jesus himself planned the tour.
I am looking forward to hearing my kids sing in that cathedral.
If I have to deal with —best to edit here—, I am going to commit a heinous crime. Heinous. Heinous. I like that word. Anyway, gimme teenagers dripping with attitude any old day.
Blark. I hate everything. Especially rain and 41 degrees. And speaking of dripping: please, Poseidon–keep the squalls out at sea.