Postage paid for. Shipping labels printed. Now I just need two more boxes.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
YAY!!!
The place Joe is temping wants him through January! Full time!!
WOO HOO!
Oh, Aimee! YAY! That's awesome news.
Yay Joe!
In additional pretty good news, Hubby has an old student loan that has haunted us for decades. I don't mind dealing with it, because I can say, "He got that loan before I knew he existed, you can't touch me, jackhole." Anyway, the loan has been handed off to yet another company, who contacted us yesterday to discuss matters. After a run down of the realities of our finances, the person on the other end was actually human-like and helpful. When Hubby told her that he was applying for disability, she asid, "If that goes through, call us. We'd more than likely waive the student loan completely."
That would be nice to be rid of. Then Hubby could apply for a passport and contemplate leaving the country.
Yay, Aims! That's great news.
Connie, that's good news, too! It always surprises me when the collection people are helpful and human-like.
What a relief, Aims. And good news for Connie, too.
YAY Connie!
Aimee and Connie -- hooray for your good news!
In news of heat in my apartment: despite having previously stated that the boiler was perfectly fine, the maintenance guy now thinks that it's sprung a leak. (Yes, that is EXACTLY why I mentioned the rust-stain leading from the bottom of the boiler to the drain in the basement floor. . . sigh.)
So, he's doing more work on it.
I was able to get a hair appointment for 5:30 tonight!
Yay, Aimee and Connie!
I think I now have everything I need to make Christmas baskets. The only thing I couldn't find was the chocolate santas.
Happy Solstice! Yays for brenda, Aimee and Joe, and crossed fingers for Connie and Connie's Hubby that it works out!
Dang, I don't feel like working anymore today. Or the rest of the year, really. I think tonight I'll break out that bottle of meade at the moment of solstice to celebrate. I'll be watching Scrubs in my underwear; that seems sufficiently celebratory.