So we'd just be writing notes to each other, in order to use stationery? I'm not swimming in stationary, but I'm game!
signed, full of Monday gronk
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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So we'd just be writing notes to each other, in order to use stationery? I'm not swimming in stationary, but I'm game!
signed, full of Monday gronk
So we'd just be writing notes to each other, in order to use stationery?And to say hi. The basic dashing off of notes. People whose address I already have know I do this randomly already. Unless I fear they will think me weird to send a note out of the blue.
Do you need an email for/from me, Vortex?
Ooooh! Jilli I had the craxiest dream about you, your friends, and Halloween.
There was also a bit about me and one of your male friends. t waggles eyebrows
healing-ma for Raq.
We managed to buy and assemble a new futon for the basement tv/computer room for guests, since we'll be hosting my sister, her fiance and his son for Thanksgiving.
I need to send out some thank you notes and some baby clothes before we start having Space Issues.
Happy birthday, Hil!
Argh. The dealership called with the final estimate -- the coolant system is leaky as hell and practically everything needs replacing, and in addition all four brake pads are slowly going to shit (the brakes had been intermittently making odd little noises for many months, but the last time I brought the car in they said everything was fine, just maybe noisemaking as a result of changes in temperature and metal shifting and whatnot but not to worry or replace, oh no not at all, grr argh WHATEV) and the transmission needs tweaking. Total: $1900. Won't get the car back until Wednesday afternoon.
We missed one, exactly one, scheduled maintenance check-up in the midst of all the bed rest to early baby kerfuffle -- how the hell could the car have gone so completely to pieces in those eight weeks?
The universe is at least tossing us crumbs, though sadly not in the form of a sudden windfall or an indestructible car: Matilda continues to be unbearably cute and has entirely de-fussed herself this morning, and yesterday afternoon our next-door neighbor (a nurse just moved here from Iowa who has volunteered to sit for Matilda anytime she's home and we need a break -- go team Midwest Nice!) dropped off a loaf of fresh-from-the-oven pumpkin bread.
The stationery thing sounds fun!
We're supposed to get 14-22 inches of snow in the next day and a half. I can't decide if that sounds like fun or not. Fortunately, I don't have to drive in it. Unfortunately, I do have to walk. Outside. And it will probably rain afterwards and then freeze. Blech.
Also, healing ~ma, car ~ma, and Happy Birthdays!!!
Ack, JZ! Stupid car. Nice baby!
Oh, JZ! That's so frustrating! I'm so sorry.
{{{JZ and Hec}}} So sorry about the car troubles.