When Flavia Attacks

It’s long overdue, but I realize I need to start acting like I’m not worthless…tho’ this is easier said than done. Especially when the coffee machine in the break room spits at you.

Bad Flavia. BAD.

3 thoughts on “When Flavia Attacks

  1. Fella says:

    Ecce! In pictura est machina, nomine Flavia. Etiam, non in pictura, est puella, nomine Gillian. Dum Flavia exspuit, Gillian plorat.

  2. Kathi says:

    My Flavia moved to Virginia from Bolivia with her parents this summer. She plays saxophone and works hard to learn English (in my middle school classroom). Yes, still teaching (but no more rich people). Remember when you and Caitlin and Aggie lived above our living room???? I love your blog.

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