Not for Nothing November - Part 9

The lovely and delightful Bev wanted her devoted readers to show their office spaces. Since I have a huge girl crush on her, I've decided to comply with her wishes. I am very easily manipulated.



Here is my work 'puter. Note the blog, people.


Artwork by the southern Picasso, Ally. I don't think you can see it too clearly, but there is a picture of her in a tiny little University of Georgia Bulldog cheerleader outfit. I don't want her to grow up to be an acutal beer pong playing, crystal meth snorting skank UGA cheerleader, but she's cute enough right now that I'll allow the fantasy.

Sidebar - Here's one of my favorite UGA jokes:

Q: What do Georgia and pot have in common?
A: They both get smoked in bowls.


Moving on, here is more art by the miniature Monet, a picture of Mr. Peaches and the Peachlette, and a thank you card from one of our sweet students. I love most of them.


Yes, I am one of those mothers who have pictures of their rugrats all over the place. Go frig yourself if you don't like it. This is my area of motherly statues and a cutout of Ally in her ballet outfit. Notice that amongst the nurturing environment is the plant that I am systematically trying to drain the life from.

Sidebar - Here's one of my favorite jokes addressing my terrible grammatical habit of ending sentences with prepositions:

A Southern belle finds herself sitting next to two New England yankees on an airplane. The belle turns to the yankees and asks, “So, where y'all from?”

The yankees look at each other and turn up their noses. One of them says, “We're from a place where we don’t end sentences with prepositions.”

Without missing a beat, the belle replies, “So, where y'all from, bitches?”