Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Barb! Amazing presents. Have you listened yet?
As we speak. Finally decided to go in chronological order. Cracked open Please Please Me and turned the volume up to 11.
How much do I love that Abby came out of her room, shook her head at her nutty mother, then proceeded to sing along with "I Saw Her Standing There?"
I love my kids.
aw. Well reared kids, I say. Good job on your part!
ION. Just got back from lunching. Grumbling the whole time about the asshattnes I'm dealing with on multiple fronts. And I get TWO lovely e-mails. First, notifying us that the possible rental of the old theater that was to happen this weekend has been canceled (if you saw their tech rider, your eyes would roll back into your throat, and make you gag!). The second, was a reaction from my boss on an e-mail I wrote:
Very good email. Maybe your best ever. Polite, to the point, helpful, strong.Even in this rain, I got a lil sunshine. Let's hope it lasts. It's positive reinforcement like this that reminds me why I followed this man halfway across the country.
"Mom, I am trying to do homework here!"
HA!
Have we seen this?
looks like our little theater in Dallas, TX was mentioned in the NY Times (halfway down the page, "Give It Up") [link]
Barb, the first thought that ran through my mind was that your mother wanted to write RPF. That's not it, huh?
Have we seen this?
Heh. Pink. Only in Britain...
Barb, the first thought that ran through my mind was that your mother wanted to write RPF. That's not it, huh?
I couldn't even bring myself to ask. A) I know who she's talking about and B) the less I engage her the less it seems like any kind of encouragement. But yeah, I think it's some variation on RPF.
::shudders::
Mom's knee surgery: Went well. Too groggy to speak tonight, but I will catch up with her tomorrow. I hope so at least- I *have* to talk to my mom(my) on my birthday!
Grandma's hospital adventures: she's doing fine, they are still running tests to figure out what's going on with all the falling. She's annoyed about all the fuss.
Job interview: I think it went OK? I can't tell anymore. I didn't screw up as far as I can tell. I wrote my thank you notes before the application of bourbon. We'll see.
Christ, I am wiped out. Thanks for the ~ma.
A hot bath, a Lush bath bomb, and The Beatles Rubber Soul.
Life is good.