umm, I got a 40K mistake taken care of, and two of my best friends are taking me out for a birthday dinner.
Natter .44 Magnum: Do You Feel Chatty, Punk?
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.
In 2 days, 1 hour, 10 minutes and 28 seconds, I'll be in San Francisco.
Umm...
I have a pony, and a mini-robot, and a teeny tiny devil duck within easy reach.
I'm leaving work early to meet with my mortgage broker. (no idea yet if that's good news or bad news, but it's something! and it's undeniably leaving work early.)
I didn't have to talk to my idiot project lady today.
in 20 hours, 27 minutes and some seconds, I'll be in San Francisco.
The worst problem with my pregnancy right now is that I need to gain more weight, so I have many weeks of absolutely guilt-free face-stuffing ahead of me.
Plus, the glorious migration of Buffistas to the Bay Area has already begun.
I'm calling a Good News alert.
I get to see the FA Cup (English soccer/football) final tonight. It's a big deal, and my team is playing.
T-minus 30 hours and change before Vortex and I (and Deb, possibly) have dinner at Monkey Noodle.
Also, T-minus 33 hours and change until Vortex and I are drunkenly screaming "LEGENDARY!" at each other and high-fiving before we take another shot.
I find this mental picture hilarious, personally.
My sister's loaning me $50 to get me over my financial dry spell this month, and she doesn't want me to pay her back. Instead, she asked that I pay for dinner once when I see her and her husband-to-be in Las Vegas this Thanksgiving, which I was going to do anyway! And I didn't even ask for it!