Job~ma to Brenda.
ION, I'm going to lose it any minute. My father-in-law is in his room with the radio on, and all I can hear out here is this high-pitched feedback whine.
Noises like that that make me nearly homicidal. Does it make you feel any better to know that my neighbor is having a stump ground right outside my window?
Gauchos may make the Baby Jesus cry, but The Virgin Mary will soon decree that the Catholic Church is soon going to be praying, "Hail Gauchos, full of fashion. Michael Kors is with thee. Blessed art thou among hot chicks, and blessed is the way they make my ass look. Holy Gauchos, gift from God, pray for those not wearing thee, and sticking to boring ol' pants. Amen."
I just ice and move on.
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Cass
Morning, all. Sick day for me, though I'm not feeling very sick anymore. No other choice if I didn't want to fight my way through Friday morning rush hour just to go on a three-hour hike and then leave again. Which I didn't, in case you were wondering.
The Empress is carrying Mexican cowboys around in her luggage?
This is what I have been thinking the entire time, Trudes. I've been very confused.
I wish the gauchos that were out right now were just an inch or two longer, because then I could wear them as regular length pants.
I AM WIRED.
I am just bouncing off the walls today.
I AM WIRED.
What time do you leave?
And, you know, a little more caffeine, maybe you could bounce all the way to SF...
My flight out is at 4:50. And my walls are not padded. But my behind is enough.
Feel better, Kristin.
AmyLiz, I hope you found an escape.
Aimee, I will be thrilled to see you tomorrow but I will shun your gauchos.
Happy New Year to those that begin to celebrate at sundown!