Greetings, pixies! I am deeply engrossed in the festivities surrounding my spring break. So far, I've watched (more) snow fall, been around more to drive my children to myriad activities, and have sipped some beer alone as I cry at my results. A classmate, who still lives with his parents at 27, emailed me to demand I have fun over this break.
Pixies, I think being an undergraduate at the age of thirty something has officially lost all of its charm.
Anti-whine: My pending graduation has posted to my transcript.
Anti-whine the second: I am attending a summit on a topic I am passionate about and the presenters are those whose research I am indebted for in finishing my own project (although, see above).
Let this salon commence with tea, cookies, and bread and butter in the style of Alice Roosevelt Longworth, whose biography has has me completely engrossed these last few days. I think she would approve of our gathering as her favorite cushion was embroidered with the phrase: If you don't have something nice to say about someone, come sit next to me.
So let the diatribes against sore nipples, endless illnesses, recalcitrant teens, evil bosses, and uncooperative spouses/in-laws/co-workers begin!