Hobble into thread on cane...
Someone get me my cane.
My twentieth high school reunion is this year. Memorial Day Weekend. I don't think I'm going.
{{{Cashmere}}} Nothing but punctuation for you today. I'm so sorry about the funeral and O's birthday.
Susan, Annabel's cake looks delicious! And isn't that what really counts? Plus, she's adorable.
Much health~ma to Jeff. And marriage~ma for Gudanov, which I forgot to offer yesterday.
Waving to Deena and vw (who so doesn't suck) and everyone else.
In other news, sesame chicken is really slippery. Witness the huge sesame chicken slide mark on the front of my pants. Hmmpf.
I missed the Annabel cake and bd photos. Susan, are they also linked in your LJ?
My GF and her family refer to slimy, gelatinous lunch meet as "slippery" (i.e. slippery chicken, slippery turkey). They also refer to nasty chicken (with gristle, fat, etc.) as "skeevy" chicken. We've taken to using the terms "slippery chicken" and "skeevy chicken" to describe icky people/things. "He's a total slippery chicken." "That was quite a skeevy chicken maneuver." Try it. It's fun.
Susan, Annabel's cake looks delicious! And isn't that what really counts? Plus, she's adorable.
Thanks! Of course,
we
think she's the cutest kid ever, but we have a slight bias.
We just discovered a teenager we don't know took one of Annabel's newborn pictures and posted it to her blog as "her new baby sister." I think it was an April Fool's prank, which makes the whole thing kinda amuse me rather than annoy me as it otherwise would.
Cindy--not on my LJ, but they're here: [link]
Waves hello to everyone.
In me-me-me news, the friend who was going to drive out to St. Louis with me on 4/28 had to bail due to work issues. So, I'm debating whether to go solo (it's a 13 hour drive), or round up someone else to go with me.
Any Bitches up for a road trip?
That's just... strange.
True, but I'm pretty sure it
was
meant to be an April Fool's thing. When I used to spend time on baby naming boards, there were always teenagers who enjoyed fantasizing about the children they were going to have one day and the very elaborate names they were going to give them. Often this would turn into pretending to be pregnant, and then announcing the names and births of the children, who were usually twins or triplets, complete with posted photos of "their" babies in matching outfits. It was pretty obvious that this was fantasy rather than reality, because inevitably the girls would reveal their ignorance of pregnancy, birth, and life with newborns. I'd be more annoyed if Annabel's image had been stolen for that kind of use, though she'd be an unlikely target, since she's not twins and, adorable though she is, lacks fetchingly curled blonde or red ringlets.
I'd love a road trip if I wasn't already booked for a wedding in California that weekend. 13 hours is a whole lot by yourself. (eta: OW!)