Oh, Suzi! If it makes you feel better, I totally forgot to fly back home to the UK after the LA F-2-F. Like, screwed up by a day, and had just gone to bed on my friend's sofa when suddenly a voice in the back of my head whispered: "Shouldn't you be in midair right now?" And it was so. Had a great time, though - stayed several extra days!

Victor, you rock the beard - something that can't be said of everyone. However, I think I'd say: "Go clean-shaven! Choose clean-shaven!" But it's all good. Good luck with the date, mate!

according to the Urban Dictionary it goes Love Sandwich (FFM), Devil's Three-Way (FMM)

Aha!

thinks

...hang on. Er, for clarification (not that I'm all 'hey, the prospect of me and my friends shagging is totally hot', because, you know - personal bubble! Ack! Head go boom!) but I guess I didn't explain that the friend I was texting is a chick. Tall, stunning (although bafflingly oblivious to this), lean, funny, clever, wordy, arty, kinda geeky...yeah. Not that I have a weakness for hot, witty brunettes or anything, no siree bob. Er. Anyway, up until this whole sofacentric conversation, I honestly hadn't been harbouring any lascivious thoughts about her. Mostly. But now she has broken me.

(The Bloke, incidentally, is shorter [but not shorter than me - at barely 5 ft 3, most blokes are taller than me and thus do not ping me as short], and is both folically challenged and of Jewish extraction. Which, as I realised last week whilst talking to my wee sister, is pretty damned Freudian. Um. Er. Although he doesn't remind me of my Dad! But when you list it like that...um.)

Am home. Am exhausted. Am not sure what is going to happen with work (normally would be there in 4.5 hours from mow). Lost pronouns.

Welcome back! Can you get the day off, d'you think? Best of luck, anyway, love.

Also, while I remember, this:

Hotties aren't single and NGA for like 7 years

Is nonsense. There is no multiple choice questionnaire about recent shaggage involved in deciding whether someone is hot. There is hottitude going on in your photos, and said hottitude has just been validated by...er, a bunch of invisible people over the interwebs. Ahem. A bunch of total strangers scattered around the globe but united by their obsessive love of Joss Whedon's collected works, salad shooters, corsets, apostrophes and monkeys can't be wrong!

...okay. I'm going to stop talking now. Yep. Backing away from the laptop.

So my big news from the Queen's Birthday long weekend: no, wait, my big news is that I have the new 4th Edition D&D rule books. My dad's big news, on the other hand, is that he has just been made an Officer of the Order of Australia (Australia's equivalent to the OBE), for "service to the judiciary and to the law, particularly as Chief Justice for the ACT, and to the community through leadership roles with a range of sporting, educational and social welfare organisations". So that's nice.

Is it Monday?

I skipped. Actually, I didn't mean to skip. I threadsucked, then my browser crashed, and well, I probably shouldn't read 600 posts anyways. Much to do to catch up from my little depressive episode that seems to now be letting up. Thank God for small favors.

What's new Bitches? Do anything fun this weekend?

Congratulations, billytea, on your exciting news. Also, congratulations and perhaps some golf-clapping on your dad's exciting news.

Is it Monday?

It is! For about ninety more minutes.

What's new Bitches? Do anything fun this weekend?

We went to Canberra to see family. Wallybee's decided to learn to drive, she did an hour's practice on the freeway both up and back. Went well. Saw my sister and her husband, and their new eight-week old baby Brody. Very peaceful bub. Saw older brother, he loves his job at the liquor store. Gave him his birthday pressie (seasons 1 and 2 of the Venture Brothers), and showed him the cards and stuff for 1960: The Making of the President. And saw D, and discussed his recognition, and whether or not it would be made out to "Judge Dredd". (Apparently not.)

Sounds like a good weekend, billytea! What are the congrats for? I need to know before I offer proper congratulations!

That's so cool about your dad, bt.

Tall, stunning (although bafflingly oblivious to this), lean, funny, clever, wordy, arty, kinda geeky...yeah.

Says the woman who is bafflingly oblivious to her own charms.

I went to a baby shower and spent most of the time ogling the homeowner's new custom-made bookcases with rolling ladders. My choice of this [link] which I framed, seemed to be a hit. (The whole family has a penguin theme going.) Also, I did find the penguin shoes before the shower.

Make sure the family doesn't watch Good Luck Chuck. It might traumatize them (at the very end of the unrated version), Ginger. Nice print!

Congrats to your dad, bt!