Jilli, are you still around? I got your card. It's cool, no worries. Whatever you do will be way better than anything else anyway, so I'm good. Besides, it'll be February before I see any of it any road, so I'm cool. But thanks for telling me. :)
Oh good. Besides, this gives me even
more
time to plot and find nifty things for you.
(cackles, rubs hands together)
Dear lord, woman, how I love you. ::grins::
You know, if I weren't maybe workiing something out with Lee, I wanted to come out to Seattle and play maidservant for Plei and visit you once again.
Okay, now I'm picturing SA in a naughty maid outfit.
I'm supposed to be taking the train up to Milwaukee tonight. If I leave right now, I can make it. But I'm really feeling like just sitting here tonight and going up tomorrow morning. I didn't get much sleep last night.
But part of not wanting to go is being all avoidy and reclusive. So I'm not convinced I want to give in to that.
now I'm picturing SA in a naughty maid outfit.
You do that, honey. In reality I'm a popsicle in five sweaters.
But part of not wanting to go is being all avoidy and reclusive.
As long as you go tomorrow, it shouldn't be too bad.
You do that, honey. In reality I'm a popsicle in five sweaters.
That's why it's called an active imagination.
If you ever have to do random last minute shopping for kids in your family, do not, for the love of all things holy, go into Old Navy. No matter what those snarky carol singers in the commercials promise you, Old Navy does not offer an easy, breezy holiday shopping excursion. It will scar your soul.
I need a drink.
do not, for the love of all things holy, go into Old Navy. No matter what those snarky carol singers in the commercials promise you, Old Navy does not offer an easy, breezy holiday shopping excursion. It will scar your soul.
You know, I do not doubt this is true. You might need a cigarette in addition to that drink.
And possibly a tetanus shot.
I don't smoke, but I now have red wine and chocolate sitting next to my shopping trophy - a couple of strands of hair snatched from the head of a woman who tried to knock me into the middle of next week to get to a size 12 - 18 months blue and grey boy's fleece pullover while a whiny sales girl rambled on about how all striped hats were on sale for $2.99. Bitch thought she could take me out? Please.