Francesca: [talking about email] So after the email sends, it will automatically go to the trash can. Go to trash and print just that email. Got it?
Ade: Right. Print all trash.
[Cue uncontrollable laughter from both of us. Francesca gets up to leave and playfully whacks me with some papers. A minute later, she returns.]
Francesca: Ade, you got it wrong. Print all trash 20 point Times New Roman!
We are silly, silly people. I guess it's one of those "suppose you had to be there" things.
Yesterday the minister and his wife and daughter came over for dinner and to help rearrange some of the stuff in the family room. I got into a discussion with Joycelyn, who's a few years older than me, about Harry Potter, writing/publishing novels, and stuff like that.
Also, I'm pretty much done with Faerie Nation Mag stuff for now. Weeeeee! Now I can relax a bit until it's time to be the Editor from Hell for the next issue! And Francesca promised there would be no more 2-hour editorial meetings. At least we got a lot accomplished, and it's good XP so I can level up in the editing skill. What am I, like a level 20 editor now? With the Pen of Dooooooom with its +74 self-esteem-crushing bonus?
Goodness, I'm such a geek...
