ALSO!!
I crashed my car last night! Rear ended someone. Just me in the car and I'm fine, she and her passengers were all fine. I didn't even FEEL the impact, but my passenger side bumper looks like it got caved in with a bowling ball! Her car just had some rubber bumper transfer. I apologized and she looked at me, looked at the minivan and said, "Oh that's alright." and walked away. I said, "Are you sure? You don't want my info?" She said, "No, it's alright." and drove away verra fast.
I'm guessing she didn't have insurance.
Oh Aimee, I'm so glad you're all right (and everyone) and that you hit a renegade.
I'm suppoed to go downtown for drinks with a friend from high school. It means changing into something more adult and less soccer-mom-ish as she's at the Biltmore. I haven't seen her in almost three years, but I am so freaking exhausted. Going downtown feels so daunting and yuk right now...
Oh sweetie, but drinks, with an adult, and you'll look fabulous. Do it. Do it. Do it!
Aimee! Be careful!
Also, I have just been informed that I have a date to go see a friend do stand up, and again, I am not looking my awesomest. Watch, tomorrow I'll be dressed all nice with good hair and glowy skin, and Mr. Jane will want us to stay in.
I am not looking my awesomest
Yeah, but even your least awesome is still pretty fucking great.
Oh sweetie, but drinks, with an adult,
I know. That's the best part of it.
::yawn:: I'm so tired and sick of opening boxes and trying to find places for all this crapola. I would much rather play on the Internet and catch up with the Bitches.
We are making a dent in the piles of boxes, and it sounds like the fellow who offered to let Jeff put the glider in his garage has come through with a key.
In much, much better news, tickets to Paris were $188 last night, so we're leaving for a week on the 14th. (Taxes and fees on each ticket were $200, but we still bit.)
The Good:
Today was "Pajama Day" at school (ah the joys of Spirit Week), so I have spent the day in flannel pants and a huge cotton nightshirt. Rock. All I need to do when I get home is peel off my bra before floppage commences.
The Bad:
Stuff. I was about to write about it and then decided it's just not worth writing about. Nothing big--lots of little nibbled-to-death-by-ducks stuff. Bah.
Sparky YAY! Paris sounds incredible. Have fun! (I'll be the one dying of envy in the corner over here...)
Hey KT: I need to get in touch with you
Laga, ok. I got your message, but it was a little hard to hear. Don't worry about taking the 9th off, though--no plans that night. No plans really for any night. I don't think I'm doing the birthday thing this year.
ETA: Upon rereading, that sounds amazingly angsty and semi-suicidal. I really just meant that I don't think I'm doing anything celebrate-y for my bday.
