Riley ,'Help'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Last night's earthquake was one good shake in our apartment in Berkeley, and then we felt the little aftershock last night around midnight. Earthquakes are not something I'm going to miss.
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
I'm off to do some errands and to maybe beg the salon down the street to fit me in for a dye job. I don't expect them to actually be able to fit me in, but I figure it is worth a try.
Gronk.
At Tully's, waiting for my vente americano to cool, having just sent off the two packages I needed to mail via FedEx.
Next year, anything I'm mailing, I'm mailing *early*, my fear of the post office be damned.
(Seriously. I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.)
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
I feel your pain, Sparky.
Aimee, I hope that the company can fix the mistake.
How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?
This is evil, Sparky.
Aimee, I hope that the company can fix the mistake.
It's an eBayer. And they'r in SoCal, so if they get it out today, it should be here Saturday. It's just aggravating.
On the one hand, where was the fight director? (or whomever it is that choreographs violence in films.)
think that this one would be the stunt director/coordinator. Matt Damon and the safe word. So cute.
Seriously. I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.
Awww, I'd mail stuff for you Ple. And I'd drive Jilli around too.
I got back from dropping Emmett off at school a little while ago, which was oddly satisfying. The more aware and interactive Matilda is, the more smitten he is -- he insisted on carrying her onto the playground so he could show her off to his friends. (Where he also introduced me! As his stepmom! He's never done that before! The exclamation points are out of control!)
Yesterday afternoon, when Matilda and I went to his day care to pick him up, the first words out of his mouth as soon as he saw us were "Can I hold her?" And as soon as I put her into his arms, she turned to squint at the new human holding her... and her face just lit up. Big huge eyes, big gummy smile, flapping arms. Saying with her whole person, head to toe, "It's you. It's you! I can't believe it!" It was heart-stopping, I tell you what.
I had an eBay dress all ready to mail today, and actually drove past the post office at 9 exactly and there was hardly any line, but Matilda chose that moment to wake up fully and realize: (a) Emmett was no longer in the car, and (b) SHE WAS HELLACIOUSLY STARVING. So we drove home instead, and she's spent the last 20 minutes simultaneously nursing and filling her diaper. The eBay dress lady will just have to wait one more day.
I have Post Office Panic.
This is why I have a teenager. I made her ship my secret santa package for me.