Nope, not going anywhere, msbelle.

Why would you fear me travelling?

Allyson, you're already Jewish, so it even makes things easier.

For 2006, though, I might like to find The One That Sticks Around For A While And Makes Me Waffles.

Oh, I would like one of those for myself, please. Though, not Teppy's, of course. Oh, and I can get along even without the waffles.

I don't have any one that got away. I mean, I'd have had to have them for that to happen, right?

And again, today, I am ita. Third time, ice-cream (or lemon cookies, if you prefer them. We can get what we like, no matter what the phrase says).

Well, you know, "at least she's Jewish."(My mom had this friend when I was tiny, and her family thought her husband was a doofus because he quit law school to be an artist or something and that is the only nice thing they could say, even though he was The Nicest Guy ever.) I believe they are still married, too.

My one that got away happened when I was 27 or 28.

My problem is that I don't actually meet many new people over the age of 21, since I work at a college.

Why would you fear me travelling?

cause you'd be alone and not in phone call of friends space for the travel time and possibly in lots of pain and I dunno, possibilities for major discomfort without proximity of a bed or a friend.

Me, I am in mother hen mode.

Great. My supervisor's being snippy to another office about something that our office fucked up. Also, our incredibly annoying office manager just sent an email to see if I could come to an office party -- gee, that sounds fun. No one can stand you, half the office is engaged in a cold war with the other half, and none of us is entirely comfortable with the New Big Boss. Oh yes, let's!

its, I just sent you an e-mail. Looks like there are flights to Roatan for $135.

you'd be alone and not in phone call of friends space for the travel time and possibly in lots of pain and I dunno, possibilities for major discomfort without proximity of a bed or a friend.

Your concern is very sweet. As far as I can tell, though, it's only pain. It can't kill me or last forever. I just wish, well, if it's not going to stop, that it could fuck less with the things that have to be done. Flying in pain is easier than working.

Do you know what sucks? Having sniffles etc. sufficient to wreck my singing voice at the time of year when the best sing-along stuff is playing, ie, Christmas carols. Especially the old-fashioned ones I learned when I was lead in the church choir.

We won't even speak of the debacle of the last time I tried a Messiah sing-along.

Feh.

Received, Stephanie! Thanks so much. Honduras (and Roatan) are firmly at the top of my choices now.