It's April, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, and it's about 20 degrees colder than it was yesterday. Tomorrow there's supposed to be snow. I think March is getting one last (I hope last) spiteful dig in.
Greg's favorite boss has been very kind to us over the last few years, and she's been having a tough time of it, so today she's going to get flowers from us for her birthday. Except that Greg remembered last night that her birthday is really the 15th, not today. I'm not sure if that counts as an April fools joke or not -- or on whom.
April 1 should have been the Wonder Dog's birthday. Sigh.
Oh erika, I'm sorry. Some losses don't go away, do they?
No, they really don't.(But there were never party hats, I feel like I should explain.)
Lucy says Happy Birthday anyway, Bailie. And hugs to you Erika.
I feel not so geeky now. But in a slightly wistful way, not in a gloaty way.
meara sums up my feelings admirably. I do know someone who has a ring inscription tattoo (I'm pretty sure he's not the StuntHusband, as he lives in Savannah and is not named Alex), but I looked at it blankly and had to be told what it was.
{{erika}}
Yay for Stephanie's baby shower and fun family and old friends, that sounds great.
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Black Phoenix Alchemy Labs offers its Springtime in Arkham collection:
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Gronklies, everyone. So pleased about both the April and the Friday things. I wonder if I should do something useful with this impending weekend?
