Is there still a Deena around? SQUISH!
And kids are weird, the way they change themselves around. Yay, kids.
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Is there still a Deena around? SQUISH!
And kids are weird, the way they change themselves around. Yay, kids.
Oh, and he told me the staff is going to get Fedoras and tuck old school PRESS signs into the band.
Awesomeness!
And, even though you didn't want to go, I'm proud of you for trying.
Aw, thanks.
Baby steps, Andi. You did good.
{{{WS}}}
Aaaaaand, my mother went to Brazil and bought me a bunch of jewelry for Christmas. @@ I'm sure that it's beautiful, but I DON'T WEAR A LOT OF JEWELRY. I know it sounds like I'm an ungrateful bitch, but it really annoys me that she buys something that I don't give a shit about because she likes it.
Coming down of the "My kid done good" high to give Andi a huge hug for trying, even though she didn't want to. And to support her totally if she gets ill and wants to send the bill to that psychiatrist.
Can you regift it, Vortex?
I mean that seriously. I've done it before with things that are actually really very nice but just not going to work for me and I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
I know it sounds like I'm an ungrateful bitch, but it really annoys me that she buys something that I don't give a shit about because she likes it.
My mother bought me a hooded sweatshirt (wear them rarely) with the phrase "Michigan isn't for sissies" on it. Said phrase being next to a pretty pretty snowflake.
Your pain? I feel it.
Speaking of gifts though, I tried out the Amazon wishlist thing this year with family and it was...kind of a success? Ended up with a lot of duplication, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I got three different vegetarian cookbooks. And I actually needed two or maybe three doormats and ended up getting this from my brother.
And, also from my sister. (I knew she was getting it, and we were laughing about it for like three days ahead of xmas and then I opened his box and...) Oh well.
My mother bought Abby a gold locket with a rose & the words "I Love You" engraved on it for Christmas.
She doesn't wear necklaces. And certainly not one more appropriate for a six-year-old, rather than a teenaged girl. Poor kid just looked at me, bewildered and I just nodded and mouthed "I know. Just say thank you."
And in a memorable two-fer, she got ME a sheer, nylon top, embroidered with purple beads in a particularly fetching shade somewhere between olive & chartreuse. Saying all the while, "I know how much you love that color!"
Dude-- I like green. A lot. Can't wear most shades without turning a lovely shade of jaundiced. Even Lewis looked at it and said, "Has she seen your complexion?"