I received the following chain mail from my aunt (whom I love and who loves to send chain mail) in my inbox this morning. I consider her bright so I'm completely confused.
This is a money angel
Pass it to 6 of your good friends,or family and be rich in 4 Days.
Pass it to 12 of your good friends or family and be rich in 2 Days.
I am not joking. You will find an unexpected windfall.
If you delete it, you will beg. Trust me!!!
Trust you... Yes... let's see - I always make a practice of trusting anyone who threatens me. Who writes these and why don't they have a job?
In turn, I sent out a list of 71 questions to my aunt, and a few friends just because I wanted to read their answers. 1 has written me back. Kristin wins the prize (a nod in this blog - yea!) for most industrious.
First official S-factor class tonight (last Saturday was an intro class). I bet I end up teaching it. I'm envisioning some kind of workshop where the first half would be vinyasa and the second half would be cat/cow like you've never seen them. Here's the deal: I could totally do w/out the phone sex instruction ("run your hands over your LUSCIOUS thighs, ladies") but it's a good time (and I got a better work out tonight). After showing Dre a few things (and no, I haven't learned to keep a straight face yet) she questioned my intentions. "You don't plan on breaking this out on the dance floor, do you?" she sneered. Translation: I am never going dancing with you again. I reminded her that she knows lots of EE degree holders who are not electrical engineers. It's the technical aptitude that matters, I told her. So friends, rest easy, I'm keeping my day job.