Thursday, August 20, 2009

P. S.

The teacher whose important copies were nowhere to be found apologized to me this morning. And, oddly enough, she'd put them on the WRONG FREAKING SHELF after I left yesterday. I'd already finished all the copies that were on the stinking shelf before I left. So.

Right again, don't it feel great, blahblahblah.


Knitting Nurd said...

PPPFFFFTTTTTTT!!!! I'd be sticking my tongue out at her! lol

rita said...

Oh, I did, and a digit or two!