Also the only thing that makes me think he meant each apology individually is that he took the time to change the salutation at the top of each one. If he knew that we knew that we were all getting the same apology he could have adressed it to "dear Meg's family" and sent them all at the same time.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm glad you have the meeting set up to iron out her expectations so you're both on the same page, Susan.
Yikes, Aimee! I think I saw that on Law and Order.
Happy birthday, omnis! Hope the sugar crash isn't too harsh.
I bet there was other stuff I wanted to say, but I've been reading in fits and starts in between cleaning my bedroom thoroughly (I wish I could say I was done. There's still vacuuming, which I procrastinate like hell on because I do hate to scare the dog (and I am an expert procrastinator who never lets an opportunity to further hone my skills go by)) and thats all my wee brain could manage to hold onto.
Happy Birthday Omnis!
::flop::
catches breath and settles stomach after 1 VERY delayed train back from Baltimore, and the slowest, screechiest, side-to-side-iest local train from 30th street ever.
and a great weekend - goodjoss came by to help me sell tickets at the festival and that was extraordinarily fun. Aside from gj (though that was a highlight), we saw a lot of friends and ate much food (not all deep-fried). I bought a necklace from a friend who had a festival booth for the first time and hoped to do really well - I'll post a photo later. Iris spent a whole day at the science center with her nanna - a close family friend in Baltimore - who she's currently calling her 'real nanna'.
We discovered this weekend by accident that she is calling everything in baltimore 'real'. Everything in Philly is 'new'. "I want to go to the real zoo. Then I want to get real pizza.' I can't blame her with the pizza. Nothing good in this neck of the woods so far.
I'm flattened - work was a huge string of problem solving sessions. Susan - good luck tomorrow, sounds like you're handling it really well.
Insomnia fairy - go bother another board. I mean it. Shoo.
And the vacuum no longer works. This is what happens when I clean.
Your vacuum does not suck. That sucks.
As far as I know Meg is breaking up with the asshat.
So mote it be.
We discovered this weekend by accident that she is calling everything in baltimore 'real'. Everything in Philly is 'new'.
Cute!
Indeed.
Actually, it does suck, but not through the proper channel. I don't know enough about how vacuum cleaners work to figure out how to fix it.
I am debating going out and buying a new one.
As far as I know Meg is breaking up with the asshat.Waiting for confirmation before happy dance begins. Will there be a party? Shall we call I.C.E. and blow kazoo's as they cart him away? Or would that be tacky?
It's weird because Meg is not communicating with me directly. Last night I got an email from Mom that Meg wanted to go to Oktoberfest with me and then later that she could pick me up if I wanted to go watch the (hallelujah!) Bears game at our brother's house.
So I emailed Mom to that effect and asked if she could please confirm or deny that a breakup is happening so that I can give my fingernails a rest. I figure if Meg wanted to talk to me directly she knows where to reach me.
Hey, taking apart the bits I was pretty sure i could get back together and poking randomly seems to have restore suckage! Woo-hoo!