I wish I could be there March 27. I really do. Alas, work is thwarting that (build that week stupid ass steve who fucked up, damnit.) In the meantime, I'm all about the red envelopes.
You know what's funny? Stylist asked about Noah and Grace. She did a little happy dance when I told her Grace was off the ventilator for a period of time. She's just my haircutter, once every couple of months, but over the past 10 years. But she too has been drawn into their lives. It just tickles me sometimes how this whole human thing works. Sometimes, it is all about who we connect with that makes us who we are.
Were the twins born on March 27th? Really? If so, they share a b-day with my almost 18 year old.
Kat, the poem idea is perfect. It takes the weird awkwardness out of asking for something specific. (I alway wonder about people who'd rather give what they choose versus what the recipient needs or wants...how is that 'giving'?)
I have just one suggestion for meter:
Noah and Grace have stuff galore
In our house we can hardly fit more.
They will be grateful, when the time comes
If, now, you'd help with their college funds!
They're almost a year old?!? Are you kidding me? Wow, time flies!! And they're both so big and cute!!
To add to the happyhappies, a big happy "Thank you!" to sumi and all her fellow IL-14 voters who are sending Ben Foster to Congress (at least until the end of the year, when we have to see him run again in the regular election)!! Nice to see an honest-to-god Scientist in Congress, and can I just, "Suck on it!" to cow-man Oberweis? A defeat couldn't happen to a crazier wingnut.
Tommyrot! Are you going to be able to join us tomorrow morning for breakfast?
Maybe. If I manage to get to sleep at a decent hour tonight.
ION, did you know that if you are awake at the moment 2:00 am becomes 3:00 am (when Daylight Saving Time starts), the instant of the change will seem like an eternity?
</Stephen King reference>
Thanks for reminding me about the time-change--I might have been screwed and slept in!
I woke up after a two-hour nap when Maria called, so I'm guessing I'll be awake for a bit more tonight.
Oh CRAP! Even though I'm the one that posted in Press about it, I had forgotten about the freakishly early DST until right now. I have six more comments to write before I can go to bed tonight (and 14 more tomorrow, plus preparation for the conference I'm presenting at on Monday), and I swear they're taking me half an hour each. Argh. Must. Not. Panic.
I think I have the date right. I may not, I'm notorious for that. Use DOBs for passwords (complicated variations, hackers!) so I can recall them.
OK, poll: how far back can you bend your fingers. Mine are mostly 90 degrees, individually. (Flip off and ring don't quite go that far.)
