Oh, good lord. My half case of wine that mysteriously turned into a full case on it's way to me? Is only a half case. I, apparently, cannot count to 6.

And I already called the winery and had them charge me for the "extra". I can't see them believing me if I call up and say, no, there were six, I'm an idiot. Even though I really and truly am.

Oh -t, call them. You were only being honest in the first place. They should believe you.

I did, and they did, and it's all fine. I'm just so very embarassed. I fail at counting! And talked about it on the internet. Someone is gonna come repossess my diploma, I know it.

Today has turned out to be awesome.

Impromptu tour of the "Star's Homes" with B, E, A and B's cousin M. Lots of talk about sex and socialism. B and I spent most of the time giggling to ourselves in the back seat while A slept in her car seat.

We illegally parked in a red zone and went into SPRINKLES!!! E and I had lemon coconut (B: Aimee, you don't like coconut. Me: I like lemon more than I don't like coconut. B: That makes sense.). B had a black and white, M had a pumpkin. We all traded bites.

We came back cause Baby A needed to nurse and have a diaper change and now we're off to Jerry's.

That's pretty funny, -t. I failed at counting earlier this week -- the other tried to make me feel better, but no.

Fun on a Friday: A Cavalcade of Random Fug: [link]

meara, she has something similar, but longer.

Huh. I had a stack of stuff I meant to bring into work. And I guess I forgot. Considering I leave in 45 minutes and didn't even remember it until now, odds were good if I had remembered to bring it in, I wouldn't remember I meant to deal with it,huh? it. it. it.

They let me call myself a GROWNUP.

Oh, Fug People? Those are flesh coloured fishnets.

Not sure why I know that and they don't.

The Buffista hose of choice (fishnets, at least) and they've never featured one of us?

I can't see fishnettiness. On my monitor, she appears to be wearing a bad shade of support hose.