Maybe he just thinks that every few years you should move further up the coast. Next it will be Seattle, then Victoria, and eventually Alaska.
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Hi Trudy! Happy New Year! How's things in the Big Apple?
Getting cold. How's the Land Down Under?
Maybe he just thinks that every few years you should move further up the coast. Next it will be Seattle, then Victoria, and eventually Alaska.
Hmmm...
Maybe he just thinks that every few years you should move further up the coast. Next it will be Seattle, then Victoria, and eventually Alaska.
Ooh, yes! Only, omit that "eventually" word. Instead, "shortly" would work really well.
Dude, stop in Victoria. It's gorgeous and right next to Vancouver: The Land of TV.
Everybody wants to be near Cass? ... Who wouldn't want to live in Portland?Excellent points. I am awesome and the city is awesome. Everyone I like should want to be here. People I don't like will be pleasantly told to fuck off when they reach the border.
skipping to post: {{{Nora}}} If you need someone to shiv 2008 I've been practicing my "prison hand-off" (quote God's forgive me)
Maybe if you married one.
Hee. Wallybee likes board games, which is very convenient, but a WWI simulation remains outside her interests. As is me marrying anyone else just to have a gaming partner. (I suspect she'd disapprove of other justifications too, but we haven't really explored that.)
Getting cold. How's the Land Down Under?
Getting hot. Like, over 105 for NYE and NYD. But, aside from that, nifty! We just got back from an amazingly cool vacation in Tassie, during which I spotted an echidna trundling along the side of the road no less than three times. (Different echidnas.) Pics and stuff to follow.
Happy New Year Buffistae!
I am back in the office. Technically working.
Up all night. Sick. Blech.
Oh, Nora. I'm so sorry. {{{Nora}}}
Jars!
Poor, sick Trudy.
Someone make me get to work. SO much to do today.