I never had anything returned, Toddson, but when I stopped sending the cards and letters at birthdays and Christmas, no one seemed to mind. I realized the postal service runs both ways and I couldn't force my blood family to acknowledge me. Christmas became much happier when I stopped watching the mail.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Well, WE'RE glad to see you, Todd :)
Ohhhhhhh...
That's GORGEOUS.
Yay for a great new boss!!!
I have juggled work and I'm taking the day off. I just want to nap. Taking the lorazapam to combat anxiety just knocks me the crap out. I could have tried half, but hindsight is 20/20.
Thanks! I like it. It's old, but not old enough to be precious. Too precious to use, that is.
And, for your entertainment, this.
Yeah, Toddson, WE'RE glad you're here. And what a relief, to have a sane, reasonable boss who likes you!
When I left for college, I dropped ties with everyone in my family except my sister and my mom (and my stepfather by extension). No one seemed to care, or even notice. I was better off without the baggage.
Work is INSANE. The issue that was supposed to go to press in mid-March at 250 pages is still nowhere near ready to print, despite a press date of next week, and will now have nearly 800 pages. This is in addition to my other journal, which is also going over budget on pages. Are they TRYING to kill me?
On one hand, I'm hoping they take this awful journal away from me. On the other hand, I know all too well that there are worse journals they could stick me with instead. So I don't know what to hope for. Better off without hope, I suppose.
will now have nearly 800 pages.
WHAT.
My mom has my great-grandmother's china, which is this [link] for 12 with all the serving dishes, etc. It's supposed to go to me, but I am just not a roses gal, so I don't know what she's going to do with it.
Todd! Good to see you here. I'm sorry about your family's bad judgment, but I'm glad your boss is a reasonable sort.
Zen, urgh. Better the devil you know, I guess?
I have a serious dish addiction. Serious. And not even limited to type. I love sturdy pottery, heavy ironstone, pretty Corelle, and dainty china. Honestly, that's how my teacups and pots collection got started, so I could have a bit of every china pattern and pottery I really liked. I have had to squash that addiction. With ruthless prejudice.
Did I congratulate CJ yet, Suzi? I thought I had. If not, then good for him (and, you know, good for you, too).