Oh, goodness. DH's high school reunion recently happened, I guess - some of his classmates just sought me out on facebook to let me know they are making a donation in his memory. People can be awfully sweet.
I'm gonna go with afterglow, tommyrot. So good to see your happy posts!
Unfortunately I have work to do now, because I really want to finish the post production work on my photos from Pride yesterday so I can post then online.
Last night I went through the photos with Anna and we debated various ways of cropping some of the photos. She has a very good eye for interesting people. She also loved my photos and wants prints of four of them--she wants to hang some on her walls.
I'm all grins reading about Tommy and Anna. Of course she loves your photos! We have already determined she has good taste.
We have already determined she has good taste.
t so wanting to make a joke about tasting good, but that's not for us to declare
This Monday is approximately 1,000% more Mondayish than most Mondays are.
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This Monday is approximately 1,000% more Mondayish than most Mondays are.
Yes. Once again, my brain isn't working. Tea only helped a little. I'm working on a weird, challenging bug for a client--normally I love problems like this, but not today.
With you on the UberMondayness. My portable charger wouldn't jumpstart my car, so I had to arrrange to have it towed and hitch a ride to work with my mom. And while I was on the phone with the garage, building maintenance was trying to reach me to tell me my toilet had sprung a leak and was dripping on the apartment below.
I'm now at work with no car and a questionable frozen dinner and cookies as my lunch options.
Yeah, every single one of my active accounts is problematical today. And not in a fun way. Mostly in a people-should-do-what-I-ask-them-to way.
I did figure out that one of the people pissing me off on Friday makes a whole lot more sense if I assume she was talking about a different account than the one I was asking about. Which is still kind of annoying in a read-the-email way, but not as enraging.