Thankfully I never had to use public transport.
I always thought I would prefer driving, since I could smoke and crank tunes, but in NJ to NY traffic, I think that's when I would have killed someone (or possibly many). I got so much reading and napping done on the train.
Hil is daring sycophants. Pass it on.
When traffic is bad, my commute is 5 minutes. If I decide to walk instead, it's 15 minutes.
Hil is dating a sink of pants. Pass it on.
Has Steph left for the shore already? I missed calling my mother to wish her a happy birthday, and I blame her. A cold, emoticonless email will have to do.
Oh, holy crap! I didn't even think of it this year! My mom turned 65 today and you would think it's the end of the frigging world. She does not like the aging process. So we all agreed to minimally acknowledge her birthday (but not age) this year and move on. (Except for my brother, who is pissed -- rightly so -- that she told him he was fat. He wanted to send her a birthday card that says "Happy 70th Birthday, Skeletor!" I'm pretty sure he did not.)
Happy birthday, Steph!
Awwww, thanks! (And we leave Friday morning for the beach.)
Skipping like a tired person to say: I just got home from meeting with the tracker to followup on some possible sightings of Sassafras. One was positive. She's out there. This is the first positive sighting we've had since the night she was lost.
Birthday Happies, Steph!!
Oh, Sparky, I am crossing my fingers so hard for you guys.
Sparky, yay for good news. Crossing all digits that you find her soon!
Oh, Sparky, I hope you find her!