As I hit the "submit" button on the pop-up box on WebCT it prompted with "Are you sure you want to submit this assignment?"
Oh, hell, yeah, I want to submit this bleepin' paper! I thought to myself as I forcefully stabbed my mouse with my index finger.
With that one small hand movement (and a bit more jazz hands) I was done with my school semester.
I survived, I thought with glee as my mind floods with things that I now have time to do: go see movies, read books, bake cookies and lemon bars, email friends, update my blog, concentrate on my writing career.
Actually get started on your Christmas Shopping List!
With that being said - I'm off to go to the store (I will have to clean the cobwebs from the cupboard before filling them wih food once again), Border's books at the mall, maybe a nice dinner with Harry and to go see my neglected family!
My only - wait - what is that?
From my seat at the kitchen table (buried under piles of papers on Stephen Crane) I can hear Harry talking on his phone. He's standing in the downstairs driveway which happens to be directly 'neath the windows I am sitting beside.
Now, here is the perfect devil/angel moment.
I know he's talking about me and my future Christmas present. I shouldn't listen.
But it would be HILARIOUS if he came upstairs, smirking with happiness and I say "So - when are they delivering my (insert specific gift here)?"
But - isn't it better to be surprised? My angel, rockin' a sweet halo and some kick-ass ankle wrapped sandals strokes my newly blonded locks, trying to convince me otherwise.
Drats! I turn on the television and pretend to be interested in an HGTV program about landscaping. With the volumed turned up to 17.
I'm too nice.