I just got Spam from Herschel Hendrickson. Now I imagine a viking inner Jewish mommy.
Before I have to leave the computer, since I'll probably not be here on time, I want to post now that according to the Buffista Calendar, tomorrow, the 16th, will be askye's birthday, and Saturday, the the 17th, will be Cass', and to send early wishes to them both.
[Edited to wave at Spidra.
Oh, and to mention my post #, who is all consecutive digits, only scrambled, like they are a hint in a murder mystery themselves or something.]
Oh, yeah? Well, you'll have to make sure that you drink enough fluids before you do (and do you want some soup? Or some other hot drink? Or maybe lunch?), and wear a sweater (what, not the one that I made for you? Don't you like the one I knitted for you? I stayed up so late in order to finish that!), and not when it's raining (and always keep an extra pair of socks in your bag, just in case, and do you want an extra blanket? Or a blanket at all?). Wait, was that a cough? Then you'll have to see a doctor, first, too (oh, and while you're at it, let them have some blood tests, just to make sure you're OK. You're really not eating enough. Are you sure about that soup?).
Nilly, I am available for adoption, and think how many more chances you'd have to convert me with food!
I wonder if my dad would dig an iPod for father's day. hmmmmm....
I am available for adoption
Oh, does that mean I'll get to have your kids as by-proxy grandchildren? Because a Jewish grandmommy is like the greatest spoiler-of-kids, ever to exist in the world. That would be fun!
OK, really have to go now. Adoptions, conversions and food will have to wait until after the soup. Um, the weekend.
Have good rest-of-the-week and great weekends, everybody!
Oh, does that mean I'll get to have your kids as by-proxy grandchildren? Because a Jewish grandmommy is like the greatest spoiler-of-kids, ever to exist in the world. That would be fun!
Yes! And they would love to be spoiled by you. Their own grandmothers do a fine imitation of spoiling-Jewish-grandmother, but really, who would refuse an extra grandmother.
Take it easy, Nilly. See you, later.
I wonder if my dad would dig an iPod for father's day.
Oh crap, that's THIS weekend. I thought it was next. Ah well, I'll get stuff shipped before the day, rather than a week later, which is my usual MO.
I've decided to go visit my folks over my birthday. I think my mom will be way way way too excited about that, but I'll survive. (This is the woman you can torture by waiting until your birthday to open the gifts she sent. She wants you to open them right away!) I haven't been in NM in summer in a very long time.
I'm hoping my dad will be OK with a late-arriving card for father's day, myself.
On September 23, 1900, Rice was chloroformed to death by his valet, Charlie Jones, who had conspired with an unscrupulous lawyer, Albert Patrick, to murder the aging millionaire and claim his estate using a forged will.
DUDE.
My brain totally exploded this morning, but then I learned that I would have a chance to add stuff to the plan in July, and I'm not going to be tied down to what I could come up with today. PHEW.
How much do iPods go for? I've been considering one for Scott, but never take it far enough to look at them, in case I fall in love and they're too expensive.
They're spensive, Cindy. Like $400 for the good one.
My brain totally exploded this morning,
And then you vacuumed it up?
My postal lateness issues are compounded by the fact that my parents' postal district is really really screwed up and mail is late all the time. Like, weeks.
