I should bad mojo you for getting that awful song in my head. But I won't. ;) I'm happy that you knew when to fold 'em. Knew when to walk away, and knew when to run.


(Payback, baby!)

Trust me, I did. Then I edited. ;)

Yeah, but the make-up sex would be awesome :D

I was wondering how long it would be til you posted a thread and told the other swankers about your news. ;)

Congrats Mr. GC!

I called my new job to see what the dress code was. (I went into the interview with a tie, white shirt and dress pants. The people in the office were totally dressed in formal office wear when I went in.) My supervisor told me, 'Yeah, well that day we were all dressed up because we knew an interviewee was coming in.' I laughed. Then she said, 'As far as dress code goes, we did have problems in the past. So I will say that we don't allow pajamas in the office. One of our assistants used to wear those and well, we thought it wasn't a good idea. So, t-shirt, shorts and sandals are okay.'

"I think I'm gonna like it here!" Sang Little Orphan Annie.

:D

Well, I'm 45 and still don't know what I wanna do when I grow up.

God! Yes! Debating and seeing movies in person! Hey, when you come to the Bay Area, maybe I will have my first dinner and a movie night at my house (we watch a movie on DVD and I make dinner) Maybe we can get the Pods to join us too if they're in town.

Maybe I'll be unpacked an able to receive guests by then ;)

Then let's not grow up then. I think iSm decided that long ago and hasn't aged a bit since.
That sounds like fun!

Unpacking is a long, tiresome thing. And half of the time when I do it, I say 'Why did I pack that? I should have chucked it...'
:D