brenda, those are hid-e-ous. I feel bad for you having to see them all day.

It's even worse than that. More like these [link] with a high wedge heel. Save me.

and the older one screamed at him, "Mommy's never coming home. NEVER EVER!" I have never seen hysterics in a little kid like what the little one went into then.

Alright, that is hysterically funny since I wasn't the one there. That kid could grow up to be Marty Blank.

We cried like hell when our Mother left... but it probably had to do a lot with people and houses disappearing pretty regularly for a couple of years there. I don't know how my Mother survived it.

I had way worse separation issues than my kids did, whenever I/we left them overnight (which wasn't nearly often enough).

Everybody ready for a quick critique? I need to get my thank you notes in the mail ASAP (ideally, yesterday or the day before - my week has been such crap!) for my interview, and I'm feeling uninspired. How's this for the text of the note(s)?

Thank you for meeting with me on Tuesday. It was a pleasure to speak with you about what's going on at CompanyName, and the direction in which it is headed. It sounds like a company with a promising future. I look forward to speaking with you again.

I can't put my finger on it, but it feels slightly ferwonky. Comments? Suggestions?

It's even worse than that. More like these [link] with a high wedge heel. Save me.

I might have been able to stifle the gag reflex. Until the high wedge heel. Gaah. You know what the Bible says to do if thine eye offends thee, right? Might be your only line of defense. Unless we could arrange for someone to pluck out the boots. Yick.

Just finished another square! Yay!

Just got an e-mail from the prof who's class I skipped on Wednesday (when I had a presentation). Boo! Wasn't going to deal with that till tomorrow. Bigger Boo! I think I'll just not read it till I get back from my date with George.

Yes, they're from Payless, because I am [1] hell on shoes -- I destroy them in a matter of months; and [2] cheap, partly b/c of [1]

I have a pair of red boots that I got at Payless 5 years ago that I still rock. I'm hardish on shoes and they are red so it's not like I wear them with every outfit but still 5 years & $20 is a freaking good deal.

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Anne, I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother. And I'm glad she got her good breakfast and, especially, the champagne.

My dad's parents died a week apart. My grandfather held on (he was much sicker than she was) until she went, and the family all got there and he could see us. Then the last night before my brothers and I were supposed to leave we went out with him to dinner and he had a steak and a beer (he could barely eat & drink at this point so he had a bite and a sip basically). He died later that night. It was a fairly awesome display of will.

My mom actualy asked her doc last night if she was "circling the drain". He said no.

I think I love your mom.

I'm so sorry Anne.

vw, your square is beautiful. Love the colors.

flea, that is very sweet that your grandma saved all of your letters. I have an accordian file with every letter I've ever received. No, seriously. It's kind of a sickness. Every now and then I think about going through them and throwing some away but then I end up reading them all and spending way too much time so I just leave them where they are. I have all of the notes my first boyfriend in high school wrote to me, all of the letters in code that my childhood friends wrote to me, letters from aunts, uncles, and cousins. I love seeing letters I wrote as a kid so maybe one day I'll make bundles and send them back to the writers. One of my (twisted) favorites is a note my mom left on my bed when I was 19 after I went to visit my boyfriend for the weekend after she expressly told me I couldn't. Scathing!