Happy birthday wishes, Allyson! Sorry about your card being declined. Sucks on a regular day but made worse with it happening today. Hoping your day improved greatly.
'War Stories'
Natter 43: I Love My Dead Gay Whale Crosspost.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Meh. Problem solved. They thought there was suspicious activity. Apparently, I don't buy flowers for myself often enough. Bastids.
Happy Birthday, Allyson!
Sympathies about the bank.
Flowers are suspicious?
Flowers are suspicious?
It's a little known fact that most terrorists are also florists.
I would never do that. I would immediately misplace it. I have a whole file of notes on the computer, though.
My favorite way to pick colors so far has been the Benjamin Moore site, which allows me to try out various color schemes.
Ooo, I'll have to poke around there. I've played with Behr's site, which has a similar gadget, and a lot of reasonably helpful articles.
Matt -- Hee, and yikes! The zebra ottoman would actually look great with a friend's stuff, but I don't think she'd be very pleased about it being actual zebra skin.
I don't think I did anything remotely productive today. And now it's too late to do laundry. Oh well.
Buying flowers is suspicious? Did you buy thousands of dollars worth sent all over the globe or just buy yourself some pretty flowers?
I hope the rest of your birthday is happier, Allyson, and that the year is cheerier.
"SARA! Dis you?" and his voice goes distant. My brother tells me he was holding the phone up to a picture of me from xmas.Heh.
Happy Birthday, Allyson!
"SARA! Dis you?" and his voice goes distant. My brother tells me he was holding the phone up to a picture of me from xmas.
That is SUCH a "tell his prom date" story.
Happy Birthday, Allyson. Sorry to hear the bank was being an asshat.
And thanks, Sarameg. I'm fairly sure that den is the reason my parents bought the house. But it does look nicer in green, I think.
Okay, one cute toddler story before bed. Yesterday morning Frances comes into the bedroom, where I'm changing Isaac, carrying my cell phone. She tells me "Me call grampa," which I interpret as "I want to call Grandpa" (meaning a cousin who has generously stepped into the role for me). So I tell her we can call him after I'm done. Meanwhile I'm changing the baby and singing to him. But then I think I hear my cousin's voice on the phone and I realize she actually DID call Grandpa.
So now she's officially mastered redial.