Adela, Your Working Boy

Here's me, hard at work with ice tea in hand at that medical student mixer last week. This was before we pigged out on fajitas, rice and beans, and cookies!

Now that li'l bro is proudly and gainfully employed, we were trying to remember the names that Ignatius (Confederacy of Dunces, one of the best books of all time) used in his journal, and remembered that "Lance, Your Working Boy" was one of them.

Tomorrow is going to be a loooong day. I am going to Stafford in the a.m. straight from home to attempt to teach a class; then tomorrow night I have to teach a class at my friend A.'s branch library. It will be nice to see A. again; unfortunately her library is in the worst possible location to be driving to in Houston rush hour traffic. I am leaving at 4pm in order to get there by 6pm.
As DH would say, "Big suckin' it!" A. and I used to be such good friends. I had my first (and last) absinthe at her apartment one night.

Speaking of DH, apparently I snored real loud in his ear in the middle of the night. It frightened him and he thought that there was a wild animal in the room. There was, heh heh!