Yeah, Perkins. I got them, but wasn`t able to get to the list so I figured I`d just wait for the round robin. I should have said so but I`m spacey these days. You still have my address(es)?
I so didn`t get all that stuff done. I`m just getting done cleaning the car now. I`ll head into town; I can at least gas up and hit the library & PO on my way to church. And if by some miracle I`m early, I`ll get non perishables at the smaller market. Otherwise tomorrow.
Things I found cleaning out the van: native flute, three drum keys, jaw harp, bag of picks, approximately a million rechargeable batteries, two calculators and a calcified bottle of Pepto. I think that about sums up my life right there.
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You still have my address(es)
Nope. I need that.
If you meant you can't access the list, please let me know--I will send it to you.
Ok, will send to you. And yes, that`s what I meant so that would be great.
Will do, to your profile address.
I can vouch for the yumminess of Podhalanka. Mmmm...
A trip to the playground might be a good idea.
our neighborhood playground is under construction. mac is not one who will take a walking trip to the next closest ones unless we are sure he will know people there. Library was good, also managed a trip to the bank. Then we movied (Batman vs. Mr. Freeze), the Biggest Loser, and NOW Football. Mac has had his DS time and now needs to figure out something else to do.
Yeah happy Allyson!
Belated Happy Birthday, msbelle! I'm so glad you got a Good Day for your birthday!
YAY! Happy Days for Allyson. Someone who so much deserves a nice boy.
My flight out of Salt Lake City was delayed. Not that big a deal. Then they changed planes, so my seat got reassigned to the ass-end of the plane. In front of a mother with a toddler and baby. Who didn't kick my seat too much, I suppose.
After arriving in Atlanta, at the last concourse, I got to wait, oh, at least half an hour for my luggage. The carousel stopped moving at one point. No one had any idea what was going on. Luggage arrived, soaking wet.
I called my coworkers, told them I couldn't handle dinner, and am sitting in my pajamas in the hotel room, eating a gyro and watching the Saints kick some ass.
Sounds like a good way to end the day.