Silly DH, the family ears don't kill us, they just make us annoying to all and sundry as we get older and start SHOUTING because we don't want to accept our limitations and get hearing aids.
Not that the family heart is anything to write home about, mind.
But if we make it that far, I'm wearing a Peter Wimsey 1930s suit with a waistcoat to the wedding. And I'm going to be the sexiest 100 year old man in the room.
Then I'll go as a stern Regency grandmother and keep the other old ladies at bay with my Killing Look.
ETA: Is lazy pasta good for tonight? You know, the one where I don't feel like real cooking and throw a frozen chicken breast in pasta sauce in the crockpot? Because otherwise, dinner is on you.
The baby Buddha wants me to have this crown:
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And the Susan & Dylan show has left the building, thanks to Dylan realizing he has to get to the library by 6:00 or lose a hold.
I knew I should have used more Kleenex.
Want: [link]
Sure, I'm already married, and not a size 6, and it's sold, but who cares? Want.
Sassy! What's up?
Susan, when I've worked on the Eastside, our food choices have been Denny's, MS food service, Red Robin, and assorted Thai joints. So, I'm really no help.
You two are giving Daniel and Andi a run for their money tonight.
Feh. Andi's at work.
I'm going to meet her there when she gets off work at 10 pm and jump start her minivan. Silly Minnesota headlights-in-rain practical law.
Psst, Nora! I'm sending you an email!
Sassy! What's up?
I got engaged in February. Then my parents split up in April, since then I've been trying to help my mom, who was doing horribly. I lost my job, and a few weeks ago, my fiance broke our engagement and is now moving away. I'm also having a health scare- something I should have had checked out a long time ago, but obviously, I've been busy.
On the up side, I'm finally all caught up around here!
