Were they as impressed as hell with you, Madame Jilli?
They complimented my outfit. And I managed to be coherent enough to give the lead singer one of my shiny new cards for GCS. I only got about 30 seconds to talk to each of the band members, because the Meet & Greet was VERY regimented. But they're very sweet guys, and obviously care a lot about their fans.
(And very, very cute. OMG, ded from flail.)
Yay new thread!
t not here
Two interviews tomorrow.
Blah blah blah.
Crazy thing is I don't even WANT one of them. Maybe I'll cancel it.
(waves at the group)
This week I got to shred income tax returns filed long before I was born.
Also I got to leaf through a sixth grade schoolbook kept by DH back in the day.
Talk about a collection of old paper. And dust. If only I knew someone who wanted boxes upon boxes of Scientific American magazines, I would be happy.
Yay, new thread! I was taking a break from packing earlier and there was no thread to rest in. Mom just went hope and now it's time to
nap
do schoolwork.
(Has anyone seen my motivation? It ran away sometime last week, and hasn't been home since.)
If it's in my trunk? Well it's keeping candles and a floor lamp company. I will free it soon.
MCR! Squee!!!!
I has sick.
I has sick.
No sick! No sick! You have to show up to That Event tomorrow night.
Oh! OH! OOOOH!
Bitches are the bestest ever! I have a satin fuchsia driving suit from those that F2Fed! It is the coolest thing ever. I squeed and squeed and squeed when I opened the package. Thank you!
Oh Jilli!
I heard an NPR story that made me think of you. Actually, it made me want to go to London with you and Pete (and Fay, and of course, a whole bunch of other beloved Buffistas).
It was a story about the new Dickens World theme park, in London (actually, in Kent).