Happy Birthday, Polter-Cow!

Belated Happy Birthdays to Spidra and Trudy.

happy birthday Polter - Cow

Admittedly it was the first time we`d seen them, but the SO & I were delighted to see both of the twins` developmental status.
 
Ooh, and Kat, I need some reconnaissance on D. You might know since you set her up in her dorm. Like, does she have a coffee maker? Microwave? Freezer? Hotpot?

Happy birthday, Polter-Cow!

Dana, I'm sorry for your loss.

Kate, NP, I don't think I've ever said. It's about 50 miles east of Nashville, near Carthage, in the middle of fucking nowhere, where "fucking nowhere" = "no cell phone reception on any carrier".

Zen, hope you guys made it there OK! And if you feel like escaping to Nashville for a little while, I'd love to meet up, but no worries if you don't have the time or energy.

Mmmmmmm, now I want salty caramel ice cream!

Someone on the Greater Bay Area Costumers Guild list had this link to a cool site that takes donations of old patterns, hooks people up with missing pattern pieces, and allows people to trade for patterns. Such a cool idea and I wish I'd discovered it sooner! [link]

Ok, could you folks use a laugh? Because I had the funniest texting conversation in my entire life last night, so much so that I decided I had to immortalize it. I typed up the transcript and am thinking about cutting/pasting it over here. It was between my two best friends (C and B) and me. The two of them went to the Hollywood Bowl to see a concert last night and proceeded to get very drunk on red wine, despite the fact they had to catch a flight to Mexico today for C's sister's wedding. Hilarity ensued.

Happy Birthday, P-C!

Best Text Conversation EVER

C’s phone: We might be drunk at the bowl. Thank heaven for public transit
Me: Hee hee hee. You’re just practicing for the rest of the week.
C’s phone: OMG. Driunk and llospt.
Me: Oh dear. I hope you get ffoundp!
C’s phone: Oh deargodo
Me: Do I need to rescue you two?
B’s phone: C stole b Phonw. Ausw mined died. Still lost but b confibsrnr.
Me: Wow. That text was worthy of Drew on drugs.
B’s phone: I blame the red sine. Wine
B’s phone: It’s all b’s fault
B’s phone: Oh ignore het. Sesame st!! N
Me: Are you two arguing with each other via text over the same phone? That’s awesome.
B’s phone: Maybe. Bur too drunk to notice says C
B’s phone: Where us subway?
Me: Um. Down the hill? A long way?
B’s phone: Oh jeeZ. Maam? R u kidding mr
Me: Where ARE you two?
Me: Oh right. You don’t know.
B’s phone: We are at mr fuzzy. I love mr fuZzy.
B’s phone: O think b lives near here.
Me: Mr fuzzy?
B’s phone: YES subway time!
B’s phone: I the subway took my cc. Win
Me: Water. Water is your friend.
B’s phone: We like salsa
Me: Also water.
B’s phone: Who ate them people?

[At this point, I had to text our friend Fionn to share this awesome conversation. Apparently he and a couple of our other friends started texting B’s phone commenting on their texts.]

B’s phone: Dis you tell fionn of Joe re wheat bread???
Me: Um. Wheat bread? What?
Me: Fionn and I exchange things that make us laugh. At the moment, you two are making me laugh. Joe and Leia happen to be hanging out with him.
B’s phone: Yeah. We are so not drunk. I swear. )this is c. Phone still dead
Me: Riiiight
B’s phone: No swear. Phone dead.
Me: It’s really a damn shame texting won’t be possible in Mexico. I could start a blog.
B’s phone: Bacon? You had bacon?
B’s phone: B is curious.
B’s phone: Blog!!
Me: Bacon? What? Are you meaning to text me?
B’s phone: U blame Fiobn
Me: Fiobn is to blame for many things.
B’s phone: Thai food = good
B’s phone: Yep.
Me: Yes. And now that I know you two are happily eating and not lost on a subway platform somewhere with Mr Fuzzy, I need to go to sleep. Night, besties!
B’s phone: Night! (I lost b. This is C.. Bur there is food)
Me: Try to lose B. She is cute.

[I never heard back, but hopefully C eventually found B, charged her phone, and made it home.]

That`s hilarious.