Skipping (yes, my computer still refuses to talk to the internet. I've had to actually call people and the like instead of e-mailing them! Where will this madness end?), because I don't know if I'm going to have any computer time tomorrow (what with shabbat and all, and the, um, no computer talking to the internet), and according to the Buffista Calendar, it's going to be a double Buffista event: August 1st is both Shir's birthday, as well as Sheryl and her DH's anniversary.
Early wishes for all!
Also, of course, short Fridays and great weekends!
Not killing anyone. I hope.
NIlly sighting! How are the wedding plans?
What are people doing this weekend?
Biking, gardening, rambling through a nearby botanical garden . . . or possibly nothing at all. It's wonderfully unscheduled.
No homicide~ma to sarameg.
t Looking at watch
(Do I have enough time for at least a quick hello to my beloved Buffistas?)
(Oh, how could I *not*?)
Hey, tommy!
sarameg! Welcome back home! Minimum homicide, please.
Ryan's dad! Um, I mean, billytea!
Wedding plans were put on hold because of the time of year (it's a mourning period for the ruin of the temple, almost 2000 years ago, ending with a big fast which still makes my head hurt even though it ended last night).
On Sunday, however, they'll have to resume in full speed.
I need a dress, and if I don't have my hair done and wear makeup, my roommates won't talk to me, so I have to find somebody to do that, too.
(And, um, is it OK to confess that I couldn't care less? I don't wanna have a wedding! I wanna be married and have a family and all that long-term stuff, but the one-evening-to-rule-them-all interests me only in the sense that I want to make sure that nobody is hurt or offended, as much as possible. Alas, there's no practicing-orthodox-Jewish equivalent to eloping to Vegas, so there we go.)
Forget me, though - how are YOU guys?
Good morning Nilly!
Was there an earthquake this morning or did I just dream that there was an earthquake?
Alas, there's no practicing-orthodox-Jewish equivalent to eloping to Vegas, so there we go.
That's too bad. Perhaps you can find some equivalent, maybe involving pirates?
t Waving at Allyson
How is Sam doing?
Perhaps you can find some equivalent, maybe involving pirates?
It's impossible by definition (the bureaucracy involved is supposed to take time, minimum of 45 days before the ceremony).
Also, I kinda want both my parents as well as his to continue talking to me.
