(While talking about jobs, the job market, and taking lower-paying job offers)
Me: You can't take a higher paying job if it'll kill your soul.
Juli: Shit, if so we'd all be hit men.
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When I get tired, words start to roll around, unstopping, in my head--words like "susurrate," "triage" and "ameliorate". I think it's a writer thing.
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YC3, one of my Young Charges, is known for taking his diaper off and *ahem* using it in creative ways while bored in his room. Previously we've referred to this euphemistically as "finger painting". He's now known as "The Poop Picasso".
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Advice for life: "There is no 'They'." --the brother of a friend.
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Seen on a coffee mug:
Live boldly.
Take risks.
Make somebody say, "What the HELL was that all about?"
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True story (kept anonymous to protect the guilty): A mother was joking around with her kids one evening. It got out of hand and the kids started to gang up on her, giving her a hard time about her juvenile sense of humor. While she found this insulting, part of her juvenile sense of humor meant she couldn't stop laughing even when it went past the point of being funny.
In frustration, she said, "I'll be so glad to finally get to Heaven and not have to deal with this."
Her son: "God'll put you at the kids' table."
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