"The money ducks are of the suck" is my new favorite phrase.
Suzi, family drama...is just awful. Draining on so many levels. I'm so sorry.
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"The money ducks are of the suck" is my new favorite phrase.
Suzi, family drama...is just awful. Draining on so many levels. I'm so sorry.
Anybody else stuck with a mental image of a row of large dicks?
No?
Just me then?
I can't wish anyone airport hell, but a Nora would have been lovely.
I knew a guy who talked about getting all his ducks in a heap, and I have come to think of a heap as my default measure of duck organization.
I normally have my monthly infusion for my bones on the first Wednesday of the month, but when I left for Christmas they hadn't set up the 2014 appointments yet. I get back to find they've scheduled it for tomorrow, so I had to do blood tests today. I also had to buy black-eyed peas and collards on the odd chance that my luck would have been even worse if I hadn't been eating them for New Year's all these years.
Vibing hard for your DH, Connie. Hope the chemo goes well.
Merit Badge of Dealing With Family Shit Like A Grown-Ass Adult.
Hey, where's my Merit Badge? I totes earned it, I swears I did.
Oh dear Ginger, way for them to ruin you NYE!
Drat! I knew I did something wrong. I made the soup from the ham bone two days early. And I made it with black beans and spinach. If my life falls to shit this year, it's totally from screwing up the Christmas ham bone soup.
It's just a little thing, but I'm not even unpacked, damn it.
Burrell, you've earned the Merit Badge of Dealing with Family Shit with the oakleaf cluster.
I just realized NYE is tomorrow. I mean, I knew it was Tuesday, but with being sick and not working regular hours, I kinda forgot tomorrow is Tuesday.
My big plans are chaparoning CJ and a few of his buddies having a game night. Woooooo-hoooooo. I'll be reading and watching movies in my room.
I want to make cookies, but part of me is worried about still being germy from being sick.
I have no plans to do anything special for NYE. As usual. I used to feel all lonesome, not going out or hanging with friends, and now I'm just glad I can go to bed as soon as the stupid ball falls down. Because I always watch it, anyway. I guess I'm old. Whatever.
I'm going to a party at my sister's for NYE. I'm going to be driving into NYC, and it's the first time I'll have done that, so a little nervous, but I was ok driving in DC, and I've driving on NJ highways plenty of times, so my mom and sister both said that, if I can do those, then I can drive in NY. And I've got a GPS, so I can concentrate on my driving rather than having to think about where I'm going. (Although, since my sister lives in my grandparents' old apartment, I've been sitting in the car for the drive from here to there several hundred times at least. I really ought to know it by now.)