No worries. I just felt bad with the xpost. I was all "LIFE SUCKS!!!!" and you were all "tell me something nice."
True. *sniffle*
It was never publically confirmed that our uncle Walter was gay, despite well, many many indications including the well-manicured home in the hills of San Francisco with the orchids that didn't survive the toddlerhood of his first child. Spurious, spurious, and well at least his older daughter's proudly out of the closet, even though her mother doesn't talk about it much.
In fact, if you wander around the USC campus yelling the names of old school black supermodels, her sister may answer and you can get it all from the horse's mouth. Just don't mention the gay uncle thing unless she brings it up.
That is awesome. Thank you.
WRT the apartment, find yourself a good roommate. Or two. As for the kitchenaid, you are on your own. I've been asking the husband for a pink kitchenaid for YEARS now.
Yeah, I have roommate issues. The best ones are all claimed, and/or flaky about agreeing to live with me, and then agreeing to live with a family member instead. But thank you!
Speaking of the husband, he's on his way here with Franny. I'm so delighted to have him bring her to the office.
Ooh! Burrell, what are your office hours? I tried finding you yesterday, and I had zero luck.
Alibelle, thank you for the muffin yesterday! It dietarily made my day.
Aww. It was so fun seeing you. And yet, I was left with a craving for goldfish for the rest of the day.