Happy Birthday to Matt, megan, Cash, and ita's dad!
Congratulations on the good news, Perkins!
Woohoo to miners recovered!
Dana, I'm sorry about the bad day.
sara, your story made me sniffle and smile all at the same time. Every once in a while, in the midst of badnewsbadnewsbadnewsnevergonna be any good news again, somebody comes along and makes good news. So thanks!
I think you're looking for "bonne anniversaire!"
I meant in reaction to megan's sister, Burrell. Hee.
Well, I should be used to it by now, but I always hope for the best. It's just funny that my brother, who I've never been close to, never fails to remember and call, and she always manages to forget.
When I was talking to bro and sis-in-law earlier today about our planned trip to Paris, they mentioned that she was in charge of buying their tickets (a wedding present). I mentioned they might want to constantly harangue her about it until the confirmation came through.
Le sigh.
I meant in reaction to megan's sister, Burrell. Hee.
Soeur très mauvaise.
(Le singe est sur la branche. Il fume une pipe. Il conduit l'autobus!)
Tonight's my last night in Denver. This conference has been kickass, but has mostly kicked my ass. They keep trying to make me do work, and stuff. Today we had the mother of all bus tours where we went to a wind farm on the Wyoming border, Colorado State University in Fort Collins, a solar farm, and the New Belgium brewery. I am a shell of my former self. But the people on my bus were great. I love them all, drank beer with them, we'll be BFFs forever. What were their names again?
More importantly, I got to see three excellent Buffistas yesterday: Stephanie for coffee, and Suzi and Nicole for dinner. SO MUCH FUN. I wish they hadn't caught me when the conference was slowly draining my life essence. NEXT TIME.
Here's a weak-tea meara of the 700 or so posts I just skimmed:
amych, much ~ma to you, especially of the Amy-Force variety. Hope it helps.
Congrats, Shir!
Yay Perkins!
Happy birthday to Matt, Cash, Megan and ita's dad!
Sorry about your shitty day, Dana.
And anything else I missed, because I caught, like, every 20th post. I'm comatose.
Traveling all day tomorrow, and then back to a smonster-less office Friday. Inconceivable.
Calli, I'm sure you're in bed, given what time it is back east, but thanks so much for taking care of Lulu while I've been away.
megan, at least my twin sister ALWAYS remembers my birthday.
I sent my sister chocolates today. She sent me flowers.
I ated too much guacamole
These words? English. And yet, they make no sense.
(Le singe est sur la branche. Il fume une pipe. Il conduit l'autobus!)
That's comedy gold right there.
(Il est Dennis Hopper -- il est tres meschant!)