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Hey, Bitches? I was wondering if anyone would be interested in doing some sort of care package for -t, once we have an address for her.

I was thinking of this just today, because I have her tiara and I'm so glad I hadn't mailed it yet. I thought of putting a small gift card for Bed, Bath and Beyond or Home Depot in it. Has anyone suggested anything for the care package yet? I don't know how bad her place was hit by the hurricane and what they may need in the way of supplies.

If we put together a care package for -t, is there any way to find out what her DH might like in the way of treats, etc?

My coworker takes Maxalt. It know it's wearing, ita, but do see a neurologist when you get back. I think that you'll be happy about it afterwards (maybe not right afterwards, but within a month or so). If not, I'll do my best to make up for it with a bath bomb or chocolate or some such.

So, reading tons and tons of stuff and going to a doctor should at least net you something.

First you bust on our chocolate, now on our petrol pains??!!! *sputter*

I know! I'm feisty today. Watch out, I might start ragging on your cutlery habits next.

Twenty minutes before I go catch up with AS. Today we're checking out a games store. Her workplace needs a party game for their next social activity, and naturally she has come to the master. (I have one suggestion so far, Guesstures, which is charades with a time limit. It's good stuff as a warm-up.)

{{{Jilli}}} They don't know what they're missing.

sj, you're going to knock their socks off.

{{{vw}}} Migraines suck. 'Nuff said.

And I'm totally in on a gift basket and shower.

In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.

In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.

But they are! And, wheeee!

Been posting from a PC in the school dining room (had to login to the credit union quick to make sure that there's actual money in my account to cover the check for the book I just bought), but people keep coming in with food (go figure) and I'm hungry! So, later, y'all, gotta go hunt and/or gather some dinner.

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In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.

Awwww.

In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.

Ooh, I did this one! And it's pretty damn cool.

(We're going to try and get tix to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? tomorrow to celebrate, because on our actual anniversary, we were at someone else's wedding. Then we remembered that LAST year for our anniversary, we saw Long Day's Journey Into Night. Spending our anniversary watching dysfunctional alchoholics scream at their families on stage is becoming a tradition.)

Spending our anniversary watching dysfunctional alchoholics scream at their families on stage is becoming a tradition.

Well, the nice thing is that you have one.

We also saw Assassins on the 4th of July. We are nothing if not committed to irony.