Yesterday was Father’s Day; last Friday one of my brother’s got married (finally). The latter one puts me in a precarious position as I have repeatedly told people at my uni (students and teachers alike) that I can’t get married until my older brother is married. He always said he was never going to get married. Oops. Now, everyone is expecting me to choose someone to marry in a week. I muster the largest grin I can and do my job.
I’ve been putting my things in order as of late and see that I have way too much stuff. I’m going to leave much of my everyday things and have successfully unloaded the big-ticket items. I have plenty of books to give away. I’m not really sure what else to do with them. Many are at a level that even graduate level students here would have trouble with and I doubt that they are yearning for Don DeLillo’s Cosmopolis. I know I didn’t; it was on sale. I’m reevaluating my return shipment of books and other assorted material. I know I’m going to buy a lot more over the next week or so.
Less than a week until the inaugural Bali Triathlon.
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get ready to be marry in a week. I ll prepare the nitty gritty.
Aduh! Hold that thought! No more help, please;)
There is this girl who works at the convenience store…
We still have all of our pamphlets and spreadsheets available if you want to get married in the Ann Arbor area! Just let me know
We’re happy to help out. Tee hee. Maybe we could take some family photos too. Hey — my sister’s still single…
Damn, y’all are going to start me thinking there’s something wrong with me;) I ain’t doing anything on spreadsheet for the next two months either…
Don’t you mean you “ain’t doin’ nothin’ on a spreadsheet”?
Hmmm, that’s one of those tough questions us EFL teachers always get. I tend to go for the ‘communicative’ answer: did you understand the meaning? If you did, then it’s ok until I look it up in a reference book. If you want an interpretation of the meaning, I suggest you take your spreadsheet and ’shove it’;)
I supposed I was trying to get a double negative out of you, but you’re too smart, my friend. Thus, I shall accept defeat, but still ignore your suggestion to “shove” my spreadsheet.