Happy Birthday, Cashmere!!!
But then I've ruined a perfectly cute pair of my OWN shoes.
Unless the blood of offenders on my stilettos served as a deterrant to others....
What is wrong with you people? First you rip off his/her arm, and then you beat him/her to death with that.
Newbs.
Newbs.
Bwah!
Hey, did you get mail from me yesterday?
Snail mail? Yes. It is the PRETTIEST snail mail I have ever gotten. I have to check our soccer schedule for that day.
Good luck with the project! Hope you got it done and are now sleeping away.
Aidan woke up an hour and a half before I finished it... which is what made it take another hour and a half. I finished at 8, but there have been cat fights and I got hungry and Aidan's been a pill and Greg had to get up and functional, so as soon as I finish my yogurt I'm going to bed for a couple of hours. Thank heavens Greg doesn't have to be at work until noon today.
YAY!
I ask, 'cause one of them got sent back for no apparent reason. So, I wanted to make sure the rest of them aren't sitting in a box in the post office for no apparent reason.
PRETTIEST
Really? Awwww...I feel all special and stuff. No pressure, by the way. I just wanted to make sure you got to see the pretty and feel all included.
edit: {{{{Deena}}}}
Happy birthday Cashmere! I wish you wonderful things for this year! Like a little baby girl! And chocolate.
Had class last night- I think my not reading all 500+ pages of reading was OK for class participation, but I need to get it done for the exam that's due next week...
Owen gave me the bestest birthday present. He slept in until 7!
Good baby!
Nora, I'm totally in the same boat in regards to reading. Only difference? I need to finish mine by tomorrow to finish a take-home quiz. And I have my first bio exam tomorrow too. Ugh. I feel for us.
Happy Birthday, Cashmere!
(Matt, see the Natter thread.)
I'm glad your mom came through surgery mostly OK, Maidengurl. Good luck with the school stuff.
I am looking at working evenings and a good part of this coming weekend in order to make a deadline. The actual work doesn't bother me, but the reasons behind my late start (other people) have me feeling grumbly. Or the grumbles could be pms.
Nah, it's the externally imposed OT, I'm pretty sure.