Our wedding invitations were set in Papyrus...which, six years ago, I'd only seen once or twice in my life before, and I just really liked the look of it and Hec was amenable so we were off to the races. And then, within maybe three weeks of getting the invites back from the printers, I started seeing it everywhere. It went from obscure to ubiquitous in about a month.
I just swear, on everything I hold sacred, that we really did pick it before it became one of the top three most overused fonts in the history of anything.
ION, Christmas was a thorough and satisfying success, with the exception of Matilda sobbing and breaking all our hearts in EM's apartment complex parking lot last night when it was time to drop Emmett off and head back without him. That part was truly horrible and heartrending (she wept as if he were going out to sea for a year instead of to his mom's apartment for four days). But before that there were toys and treats and pretty lights and the best scalloped potatoes any of us had ever had in our lives (probably 500 calories per bite, but so worth it), and highlights including Emmett showing one of his six-year-old stepcousins how to find the easter eggs in one of his DS games, including the video of "Baby Got Back," explosions of joy and rage when all the boys found out all at once that they all love Nerf weaponry but none of them had their arsenals with them, and my babygoth cousin updating us on her life:
She's now happily settled into a crafty/sewing/comic geek Goth subculture in Sacramento, attends cons in costume, and, when she and her friends need money, they hop a bus to LA and spend the weekend trolling tourists on Hollywood Boulevard in their Villains of Batman ensembles. She made herself an insanely detailed and perfect Harley Quinn outfit complete with "Bang" gun and squeaky hammer, and says "Puddin'" so beautifully it makes you cry, and the tourists just shove money at them. $125-200 a day, with the best day ever clocking in at $400. And she's word-of-mouth sold six copies of Jilli's book, and her mom says the change since she first read it has been like a year of therapy.
Jilli, your new doll is absolutely gorgeous.
sj, I'm glad you were prepared for such instances.
I seem to have used up all of my vanilla syrup on my first coffee of the morning, so now I must venture out of the house (gasp!) for more.
I seem to have used up all of my vanilla syrup on my first coffee of the morning, so now I must venture out of the house (gasp!) for more.
Tragic! You should have a back up bottle.
Right?!? Unfortunately I think this was the back up bottle. The last couple of weeks have been... trying. Between the cat going back and forth to the vet and Mike's car accident*, a trip to the store is sorely needed.
(Apologies to those not on FB, as I think that's where the cat and accident drama have been talked about.)
Thanks. We've actually been fairly fortunate, all things considered. Mike could've been injured much worse and Ashton is home and healing rather quickly, so life is still good.
Hey, did anyone claim the peppermint bark yet?
Oh, eek, Nicole! Have not been on FB at all and had no idea of the accident. Is he okay? Poor guy, and poor you.
Nicole, did they ever figure out what was wrong with Ashton? Or, is he just back to eating on his own?
Hey, did anyone claim the peppermint bark yet?
Nope. It's sugar free dark chocolate if anyone wants it.
I want it, sj!
JZ, he has a concussion and he jacked up his back. Basically he's been either surly, loopy or passed out the for the last week. And depressed since his baby (the truck) is most likely going to the scrap yard. This morning, though, he's reporting that his head doesn't hurt too badly, so that's a good sign.
Sail, it's been a total rollercoaster ride. They never figured out why Ashton originally stopped eating. He started on his own again, though, after a couple days of us pushing food into him through the feeding tube. A properly functioning liver is a wonderful thing! But then he couldn't get the food out on his own so he had to go back to the vet to have a number of enemas. Once he could defecate on his own I was called to pick him up again and then told to wait because they found an abcess where the feeding tube was. Poor guy. His neck looks horrible (they pulled out the feeding tube and lanced the abcess, which is draining from the hole where the feeding tube was) but he is improving daily. I'll be happy when he gains back some of the weight he lost through all of this.
I forgot to say that I loved Tep's new shirt. The Boy needs some sort of punctuation to wear now. Hmmm...
