{{{Laura}}} How scary! I am glad that he is ok physically.
Willow ,'Storyteller'
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Laura! Heaven's sake. BTW,thank you for leading with "the kid is fine."
{{{Laura}}}
Yikes, I'm glad he's ok, car accidents are scary.
Yikes, Laura! Poor kiddo! I'm glad he's ok!! Silly boy.
This is very silly and quite dumb, but Joe just sent off our wicker furniture with the buyer from Craigs List and collected the asking price and I'm starting to feel like there might be a pinprick of light at the end of a very long tunnel. I was freaking out last night about the prospect of packing, but I think it just might turn out to be ok. Maybe.
Happy Anniversary Laura & B!
Boo for the wrecked car.
Yay for the ok kid!
I hope you can get some more sleep. You deserve it.
Yes, Happy Anniversary Laura! Congratulations!
Happy Anniversary to Laura and her DH!
Aims, it will be ok. You are very good at this whole moving thing, and you sound way more organized than I have ever been about it.
... you know, on the one hand, friends who are trying to matchmake me with potential boyfriends is perhaps one of the greatest compliments I can get. I mean, hey, someone thinks I'm sane and worthy enough to get a potential second half. Cool.
On the other hand, I'm all "Dates? That what normal people are doing. How odd! And, umm, creepy". When my friend asked me if I want his number or should he give him mine, I pretty much replied with the subtext of "emails! Emails! No phone numbers for you!".
(Yes. I will have a date in the near future, and I'm trying oh so hard to fight the urge to do anything, including faking my own death and clinging to the walls of my room with my fingernails while wearing a chastity belt so I won't have to go through yet another 90 minutes of fake small talk).