sj, I haven't sent my cards out yet.

Usually mine get bought, stamps get bought, and then nothing... It's only TCG prodding me that we should get them done that got them done at all this year. He thinks we should have done them earlier, but then again the only person he had to Christmas shop for was me while I was busy shopping for everyone else.

Just ascend, already.

But then there's the giant snake and hellfire... this way you have time to stock ammo and get your Scoobies together.

ETA:

You do have a good 'un, Seska.

Stayed home from a meetup last night because I was afraid I was getting the flu. Given how I feel this am, I think it was more painful RSI stuff. That is, I'm having involuntary muscle contractions in my neck and those small sub-surface neck muscles are clamping down on nerve and vascular flow, causing pain in the neck and head on top of my usual bad RSI places. So that translated into bad headaches and even eye ache that I was fearing was an oncoming flu. I had to give up the party, though, because I wasn't sure and it would have been mean to expose other people to flu.

Spidra, on behalf of those unkown partygoers, i thank you for being responsible and not taking the risk of infecting everyone around you willy nilly. i would say that i'm happy for you that it's just "the usual" pain and not flu on top of that, but happy isn't the right word at all. Consolation? maybe closer.

ain't no power in the 'verse gonna get me sending out cards this year. i'm pretty danged thrilled that i ordered gifts for the immediate family, and shall strive to write cards just for them today.

smonster, the graduate n post is lovely. i wish i'd had a cell phone when i went through those! waaaay to much waiting and listening :)

God I need a smoke. But I don't smoke around the parents. And sis nearly couldn't find her departmental graduation. Lord, forty minutes until it starts. I need a nap. At least we fed our faces at the Flying Biscuit in between.

ain't no power in the 'verse gonna get me sending out cards this year.

This. I was all intending to try, and even bought cards - but between the weather affecting all the deliveries, and now the flu, well.

smonster, this is a lot of graduation! Hope it's not too trying.

Spidra, I hope the RSI stuff gets better.

ETA: I do forget to finish sentences a lot.

Snuck out but don't have my smokes on me and can't find anyone else smoking! So much for tobacco building this state (and its universities) (I'm kidding, mostly).

Nothing more annoying than a Helicopter parent. Worse than a swarm of mosquitoes!!"

Amen.Thank god for caller ID. I had parents that I refused to talk to. I would return their calls at odd hours or only communicate by email. I have been asked for cell and even home numbers. FUCK, no!

I did our family whistle

that's awesome that you have that.

My uni graduation was spread over several days so I was lucky to get the tip off from friends whose departments went the day before to bring a book. It was a lifesaver.

My uni has this huge thing on The Lawn (the quad for less uptight schools) where people throw beach balls and drink champagne. My year, we were pissed that the president insisted on speaking because his kid was graduating. We were reading the paper and openly chatting with the people around us.

The Girl went to Tesco's and got me World's Greatest Cough Syrup. And cake.

I miss the almond shorties (they don't make them anymore). I'm the crazy girl that has to go to Tesco's whenever I'm in England and buy store brand stuff like mustard and cookies.

that's awesome that you have that.

It's a long-short-long with rising tone at the end. I think it started as the honk my grandfather would give when he got home from work. Very useful over the years for calling us off the playground or finding each other in stores. I used it just yesterday in H&M.

Le sigh. I was in the freakin' plane, with the propeller turning. Then my instructor got a call that freezing rain had started falling ten miles south and seemed to be moving north. (It came up fast, too. Nothing on the radar before we got in the plane, all over the place when we checked afterward.) So, anyway, there's the third flying lesson this month canceled. My instructor said he usually has 50-75 hours of instruction in by this time of the month, and this December he's managed 15.

So I came home, sanded my stairs and my neighbors', and walked the cat in the snow. Not a bad afternoon at all, but not what I'd planned.

And now it's sleeting. I hope the parents let us out of the house for our long-awaited celebratory drinkfest.