Stephen is no longer surprised when I say, "Yeah, I know someone who makes cigar-box guitars," or "...someone who went to Moldova" or "...someone who's a law librarian," or whatever. He now assumes that if you're a Buffista, you just know everybody.
::hugs Maria back::
I'd love for you to come up here, when you can. We'd feed you right and Sara would ... well, talk your ear off.
Amy, I will. I promise. Best friend from high school lives in West Philly, so it's not inconceivable I'd find my way to West Chester.
This belongs on Good Stuff, if it's not there already. [link]
Best friend from high school lives in West Philly
And we're back to the Fresh Prince theme song.
Awesome. I wish I could say I did that on purpose, but....
Stephen is no longer surprised when I say, "Yeah, I know someone who makes cigar-box guitars," or "...someone who went to Moldova" or "...someone who's a law librarian," or whatever. He now assumes that if you're a Buffista, you just know everybody.
Whenever Tim needs to research something, he tells me to ask the Buffistas first.
Tim is wise.
Heh. "Wise Tim" makes me think of Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I really need to concentrate better today.
Stephen is no longer surprised when I say, "Yeah, I know someone who makes cigar-box guitars," or "...someone who went to Moldova" or "...someone who's a law librarian," or whatever. He now assumes that if you're a Buffista, you just know everybody.
So much this. It's funny.
My face is acting like a fucking barometer for this storm. Uhg.
One of our beloved developers is leaving. We may have to put the entire team on suicide watch.