The first time the public school needed a permission slip to read a book (and I don't recall which book it was), I tacked another note on top, granting all my children permission to read any book any time, forever, and please file this note in the school office or library.
That group reminds me of my house at Thanksgiving. As more people show up, the less picky we get about chairs. Last year, we pulled out the piano bench.
Yeah, my dad selected the cemetery he wanted specifically for that reason. All the markers were the same size, flush to the ground, and no one could try to "outspend" everyone else on a gravestone.
The one I like that I see a lot of is: "Required: Five years experience in [some programming language that was launched two years ago]."
HR people say that requirements are more like a "wish list," and my husband says he's applied for jobs that he wasn't qualified for all his life, and got many of them. So apply anyway!
Double-checked. Tussie-mussies came about in the 18th century, stuck around a long time, and her book is about the Victorian era. I think I've fixed it as much as I could!
I thought about that, too, and that's why I didn't excerpt any of the actual "incriminating" story. But all that took place years ago, the principles are long gone, and he said the younger generation on Tristan da Cunha really doesn't care that much.
HR people say that requirements are more like a "wish list," and my husband says he's applied for jobs that he wasn't qualified for all his life, and got many of them. So apply anyway!