I am in fear of finding a new brow place. I don't have superthick brows so I can't risk too much. Still, I liked them waxed so much better than my attempts to pluck. So eventually, I am going to try a new place.
Hey, is *anyone* still winning the Little Drummer Boy game at this point? If so, I envy the hell out of you.
I am. I don't do retail if there is any option from Thanksgiving through the second week of January and I loathe Christmas music so I don't play it. Yep, Grinch.
I have not talked to my parents since finding this out. They also want to know why I donated sperm. To which my reaction was, now?
Seriously, NOW? Because closing that barn door is long past. Ugh, I totally understand them not wanting to host though. What an awful thing to hear about from your family.
tommy, I'm so sorry. I like sarameg's plan.
Alicia Keys is really kickass. What a performer.
Oh, tommy, how...I don't even know what the right word is. Perplexing? Flabbergasting? Absurd?
Yeah, my family is one of those where we don't talk about feelings much. I can tell they're concerned about my faith (they don't know I'm an atheist) but yet they never ask me about it. Afraid of what they might find out?
I dunno - maybe I should have come out to them as an atheist when I was younger. But doing it now just seems cruel. They'd never accept it.
I found out today that the requests for 120 pieces of art that hit my desk yesterday afternoon (and should have been intermittently released to me starting last Wednesday instead of saved up for one massive dump at the end) absolutely have to be done by 9 a.m. Friday. I've been able to farm out about a third of it, but that leaves me responsible for over 80 drawings in two and a half days. Days during which I was supposed to be on vacation, I might add.
I foresee a conversation in which I ask the project manager what the fuck she was thinking.
Because your sister couldn't make any herself?
Because you rock.
Indeed. You did good by your sister and her partner, and I'm sorry your parents can't see it that way. I concur that you should spend the holiday with your sister & her family.
I had dinner with my folks, and I have to say, for all the money we're paying this place, I have yet to have a meal ordered where the staff didn't fuck it up. Tonight he forgot my dad's wine and brought me the entree even though I'd told him I was getting the salad bar. They're really really nice people, but the dining room staff are, sadly, just barely competent. When we got there at 6:30 there was hardly a clean table: restaurant service this ain't.
Happily, we had no argument about where they're living, which was nice. And now I'm home in my sweats with a decent glass of red wine and Jon Stewart on the Tivo.
Bad thought: they're too used to people forgetting.
Glad tonight went without too much drama.
