sj, I absolutely know how you feel. The best advice I can give you is to ignore it. You married TCG not his parents and only his opinion matters.
Much peace and strength to you.
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sj, I absolutely know how you feel. The best advice I can give you is to ignore it. You married TCG not his parents and only his opinion matters.
Much peace and strength to you.
Thanks, Maria. Ignoring doesn't seem to be an option at the moment for reasons I don't want to get into here. But you're right I married TCG, and I'm even more in awe of how amazing he is considering everything.
I am a very lucky woman. re: my moment of glory with copying and pasting last night, the woman who double checks those types of chats referred it to my supervisor. He chatted me and said, "So what book was that from LOL?" Thank God I have a new supervisor, Tom was just amused and reminding me to be careful. I suspect Rob would have not been so mellow. But that's taken care of, unless that happens to come up in the QA round. Deep, relieved breath.
(thank god it wasn't porn, thank god it wasn't porn)
That's a relief, Connie.
Teppy: [link]
Holy cow, Chatty!co-worker just showed me that today. It has made me change my opinion on ice sculptures.
t edit I'm not convinced that kissing in front of a Haly's Circus sign bodes well for the marriage.
Huh. Actually the link on Gail Simone's Tumblr didn't show all the pictures, including the ice sculpture, but Imgur does: [link]
for the David Bowie fans, as well as space geeks: [link]
That's an awesome wedding!
Huh. Actually the link on Gail Simone's Tumblr didn't show all the pictures, including the ice sculpture, but Imgur does: [link].
Fun!
I had a nice afternoon out with my mom. I had only sold $1.50 worth of things at the consignment store this time. So, I bought an inexpensive pair of earrings.
Would anyone be willing to let me e-mail them the story from yesterday. I must vent or I'll explode.