Oh, Tom, that just sucks. I hate getting called in to work on my day off and have it just totally muck up all my personal plans.
Patron: That girl is a witch. Mal: Yeah, but she's our witch.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
ChiKat - Dec 16, 2006 9:41:52 am PST #6660 of 10007
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Kalshane - Dec 16, 2006 9:42:08 am PST #6661 of 10007
GS: If you had to choose between kicking evil in the head or the behind, which would you choose, and why?
Minsc: I'm not sure I understand the question. I have two feet, do I not? You do not take a small plate when the feast of evil welcomes seconds.
Oh, Tom, sorry for the Xpost. Can you get something for your niece on the way to see her, tomorrow, and worry about the rest of the family in the coming week?
What Cindy said, focus on getting your neice her gift tonight or tomorrow. You've still got a week to get your family their Christmas presents, so don't worry about it today.
flea - Dec 16, 2006 9:45:26 am PST #6662 of 10007
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Tom, are there errand-running services you could call from work to get to do some shopping for you?
I have not told my daughter about Santa, but she knows all about the idea. mr. flea is more in favor of the idea, and I don't have a dog in the fight. I was a Santa denier in childhood, myself (my mother comments on it in my baby book when I am 3.)
In my family we do all get stockings (still, as adults), but we haven't made any pretense of Santa in years. This is the first year there's a child of age for it to be relevant.
Aims - Dec 16, 2006 9:47:21 am PST #6663 of 10007
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ugh, Tom. I am so sorry. Maybe you can skip the family thing and have just some Tom and neice time later on in the week? Or is it an obligatory family gathering?
In any case, {{{{Tom}}}
msbelle - Dec 16, 2006 9:52:51 am PST #6664 of 10007
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Tom, insent.
Jesse - Dec 16, 2006 9:53:21 am PST #6665 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Poor you, Tom! It's not too late to order everything online. Hey, speaking of your neice, is there any chance a picture of her was in a frame-seller's display in the Grand Central gift market?
Tom Scola - Dec 16, 2006 9:55:36 am PST #6666 of 10007
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
is there any chance a picture of her was in a frame-seller's display in the Grand Central gift market?
Huh. I was was at the GCT gift fair earlier this week. I didn't see anything, but then again I wasn't looking for frames.
Jesse - Dec 16, 2006 9:58:54 am PST #6667 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
I was was at the GCT gift fair earlier this week. I didn't see anything, but then again I wasn't looking for frames.
It wasn't in a frame, actually, but like a clippy thing. Anyway, it seems like it would only be likely if the store owner was a friend of the family or whatever, and you'd probably know that right? Not that I know your neice, but the little girl in the picture had Those Eyes.
Tom Scola - Dec 16, 2006 9:59:15 am PST #6668 of 10007
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
I'm getting out of work now, so it looks like I'll have some time today to get something for my niece.
Laga - Dec 16, 2006 10:01:41 am PST #6669 of 10007
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I don't remember when I stopped believing in the Tooth Fairy but I don't think I ever believed in the Easter Bunny. I figured out Santa pretty early. I know I faked believing for at least two years because I was the youngest and I was worried my family would be sad when they found out I knew the truth.
When my brother was young, I think around eight, definitely old enough to know... some older kids in the playground started making fun of him for believing in Santa. He argued and they said, "go home and ask your ma." He ran home, "Mom? Is Santa real?" She replied, "Why of course he is!" So he ran back to the playground and told all those kids they were wrong!