Dawn: I think a date should be in a real fancy restaurant, then champagne at a night club with a floor show, then ballroom dancing. Joyce: Unfortunately, we're not dating in a movie from the thirties.

'Get It Done'


Goodbye and Good Riddance 2004: Well, I Wasn't Expecting That.  

Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.


Connie Neil - Dec 28, 2004 6:05:54 am PST #556 of 962
brillig

I hope those Buffistas not interested in breeding aren't too annoyed. ;-)

Being a Bitch Aunt is a grand and glorious occupation. Because you can always hand the squawling, leaking, squirming, frustrated mess back to the parentals and return home to your unchewed and unpeed-on peaceful home.

Wait, I have cats. Erase the unchewed and unpeed-on, add clawmarks and accusing kitty-eyes.


juliana - Dec 28, 2004 6:14:45 am PST #557 of 962
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

connie, you're forgetting the fur everywhere.


-t - Dec 28, 2004 6:24:40 am PST #558 of 962
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

The first half of 2004 was pretty spectacular for me - got married, got my MBA, got religion, got to meet some Buffistas, all wonderful.

The second half has been a lot of waiting and preparation and more waiting, but nothing particularly bad, so on balance, I'm gonna pronounce this a good to excellent year.

I am really looking forward to 2005, when I think some of the things I'm waiting for are actually going to happen.


Consuela - Dec 28, 2004 7:15:55 am PST #559 of 962
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Okay, I'm getting worried. No word from my Santee. And no box for me, but I haven't had time to check through all my mail to see if they tried to deliver it while I was gone.


Anne W. - Dec 28, 2004 7:26:57 am PST #560 of 962
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Okay, I'm getting worried. No word from my Santee.

Same here. I'm a wee bit worried that he/she might have been all meh about the gift since it's socks--handknit, but socks all the same.


askye - Dec 28, 2004 7:31:45 am PST #561 of 962
Thrive to spite them

Tomorrow (on my honor) the seekrit santa gift out.

I was going to do the final wrapping,etc last night but I got distracted by my shiny new computer.


lisah - Dec 28, 2004 7:43:45 am PST #562 of 962
Punishingly Intricate

Every time I see a new post here I think, "Maybe Santee received the gift!" but no. not yet. Next time I'm flying whereever and handing it to the person. I have no patience.


Kate P. - Dec 28, 2004 7:45:00 am PST #563 of 962
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

Anne, if it eases your worrying at all, I would have been totally psyched to receive your whitefonted gift.


Hil R. - Dec 28, 2004 7:45:13 am PST #564 of 962
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

If the giftee is me, I've been sick and so didn't go back to DC when I'd planned. I'll be able to pick up my mail tomorrow morning.


DebetEsse - Dec 28, 2004 7:46:29 am PST #565 of 962
Woe to the fucking wicked.

I'm gonna love it and squeeze it and call it Fred. Ok, maybe not Fred, but still.

My Secret Santa (I think I know who it is, based on geography and the getting me this but I don't want to say till I'm more sure) got me an Incredibles T-shirt. The one with just the logo on the front, which I wanted very much and is sofriggincool.

THANK YOU