Suz, untie the tummy knots and check your email.
Aimee, all kinds of ~ma going out L's husband and family. How scary.
Donation items have been dragged out front for the Salvation Army to pick up and now I just need to get started on finishing cleaning and organizing the guestroom. Don't wanna.
dude, the picture is OF ME
Sweetheart - have you not seen our phones? They are old and not in color and don't have picture capabilities.
I mean hell, they are so antiquated our numbers are roman.
Go Nicole, go Nicole, clean the guestroom, clean the guestroom.
Pay no attention to the fact that I am still in my pajamas, heed only the chant.
That corset is very pretty, Aimee. I don't know anything about sizing.
I mean hell, they are so antiquated our numbers are roman.
HAH!
Don't SAY that!!!! Cass will picture Joe in one of those little leather skirts and it'll all just get worse.
Anyhoo, the picture is just gravy, the text is what's important.
(and, you know, put my name in there with my number and end all these surprises)
Backflung Nicole. And it is getting worse. I hate being on the verge of tears at work.
Thanks, -t!
{{{{Suzi}}}} I'm so sorry you're stressed, sweets. Hang in there. It gets easier. Usually.
Anyhoo, the picture is just gravy, the text is what's important.
Alls I got is your number, Trudes. No pic, no text.
My phone, she is steam-driven, see.
We need to get Stephanie and her husband on board the post-apocalyptic train to keep us in coffee.
We will happily take coffee prep duty.