Three Things of Squeee Yesterday

SQUEEE! #1: Gallows Humor with Another PQC Refugee

After yesterday’s Club Advisor Orientation meeting, a smiling 50-ish African-American man introduced me with “Were you at Paul Quinn College?”

“Why, yes!”

“Hi, I’m [durn forgot his name — eep!].  Mel Earnest [former co-worker of mine] said if I ran into you to say ‘hi!’  I was in your old office.”

“You were?  In the Science Building? Then you know about the rock.”

He started laughing.

“I used it to prop up my office window when the a/c would go out because the window doesn’t stay up.”

He laughed even harder.  “Me too!”

SQUEEE! #2: Banff’s Amazing Gas Mileage

As an experiment, driving home from work, I ran Banff, my Fit-Mobile, into the “E for Empty” gas zone, even making the little orange gas-pump icon light up. I wanted to see just how many miles a full tank (10.8 gallons) of gas would take me before I had to fill up.

And the tank even had about a half-gallon of gas left, as I got 10.2 gallons of gas.

The stat? 317.5 miles — and that’s even with my running the a/c a lot.  Fuel efficiency, yo!

SQUEEE! #3: Dinner with Friends and Being Kicked Out of a Restaurant

One of the Hubby’s old high school best friends was in town, and we had dinner with him and his wife at Blue Mesa, a kinda upscale-ish Tex-Mex restaurant just across the highway from Ikea, in Frisco.  We arrived at the restaurant at 7:30pm.  Nearly *three hours later* the staff turned on all the bright lights, and we went, “Oh.  I guess we should be leaving.”  We still talked till nearly 11pm in the parking lot.

Computers, religion, homeschooling, cars, and parenting (they have two elementary-school age girls) — conversation that could continue well into the night and the wee hours of the morning.


But today was all about The Working on the Job for the Hubby and Me. 

Woo. Hoo.


About lizardqueen

If single-mothering were a paid job, I'd be rich. However, it doesn't, so I write (which doesn't pay the bills) and teach (which does). I'm overly-educated in the liberal arts, but that doesn't hinder my ability to be pragmatic and realistic. YAY.
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