Happy Birthday, Fay!
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Happy Birthday Fay!
Happy Birthday Fay!
Happy Brithday, Fay!
Yes! Happy Brit Birthday, Fay!
am home now. It was the cleaning crew (guessing mother & daughter). I didn't know they had a cleaning crew. Seeing how the same coffee cup was sitting on narrow stairs for 3 days. Whatever.
So, I have determined, Poncho's ROCK for rain gear on crutches! Well, at least in light rains. We'll see how it holds up in stronger storms. Kept me dry, my back pack dry, my hands and crutches dry. I might look foolish, but it works.
For the teachers and others among us:
Construction workers spent this month finishing up with flooring and stairwells in the brand-new, $16.8 million school. But as thousands of Minnesota students head to school, the already crowded Prior Lake-Savage district isn't getting ready to open Redtail Ridge. They're closing it.
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Happiest of Birthdays, Fay!
Sigh. I managed to go to the library and check out a bunch of books...and then FORGET to pack them for my trip. DOH! Also, ARGGH. So I only have one book with me. Which if any of you have seen me read? Is really only enough for like...take off. Luckily, they showed a movie on the plane ("Made of Honor") that I actually wanted to watch.
Still wanting to smack myself though.
Back in LA again. And the plane landed early...but then I ended up with ridiculousness at the rental car place. Am currently at the hotel...and there's some sort of weird screetching noise (I'd think the fire alarm? But it's gone off for a second or two, three times now, but stopped?) and if it goes off one more time, I may hurt someone.
In other words, I have my Cranky Pants firmly ON.
Felicitations, Fay! Wishing a very Happy Birthday for a very lovely, inspiring, sexy, intelligent AND smart, hot, snarky, GORgeous, and winsome person.
ETA: Eeek, meara. Sorry about the need for the cranky pants. May things smooth out, soonest.
meara! I didn't know you were back in LA. Yay you in LA! BOO cranky pants. Or, more accurately, boo circumstances creating the need for cranky couture.