The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger.
Wish I'd thought of hubig pies though.
The number one thing I won't miss about my parents being here? My mother going on and on and on about Weight Watchers points. I mean, hey, glad it's working for her (she's lost 10 lbs), but either follow it silently or abandon it for the week with... abandon. I don't want to know the number of points in her wine, and beer, and gumbo, and coffee, and Hubig's... FFS.
The Parasol Protectorate by Gail Carriger.
I have them in eformat if you like. They're a fun read.
In the world of, did my family actually do that, here is the text message I got from my sister today.
Oh dear lord. Seriously? That... I... Um.. Yeah, I'll follow Pix, {face-palm}
ok, here is mye typing without looking at the screen or my fingers. not eyes closed, but watching tv.
Impressive! That was on my iPad, with the Logitech bluetooth keyboard. [link]
Yeah, my sister is a piece of work.
Thankfully it's not an aunt I was close to. I only met her a handful of times in my life. She apparently died about 2 months ago.
My mom is one of four sisters. Two of them are gone now.
So not only did she break the news of a family death in your birthday message, she
waited
until she could break the news in your birthday message?
So not only did she break the news of a family death in your birthday message, she waited until she could break the news in your birthday message?
Timing is everything.
Seriously, if you wait two months, wait just a couple days longer... I hate that your family makes mine look sane.
Oy, your family, ND. But happy birthday all the same.
Today has been insanely busy, so I'm just now sitting down and relaxing but really I should just go to bed. But I need to change the pillowcases first, and that sounds onerous, so...
The sad thing is, I doubt it was even planned by my sister. Much of her abuse is just due to being completely blind to things that aren't her.
Without malice doesn't make her a bad person, just clueless, eh?
Zeus. I just woke up screaming, throwing the sheets off the bed, because of a dream. That hasn't happened in years. It took ten minutes to calm down enough to go back to bed. After shaking out the sheets just in case. Man, I knew I was anxious, but not that bad! Wish I didn't live alone sometimes.
ND, good grief, your sis seems unbelievably clueless.
Erin, sorry, didn't mean to mess with your head!
Now I feel like there are bugs on me. Argh.