I held open a door at the y for a tot-carrying woman whose face so resembled ita's, I first froze and then about 10 strides later teared up.Eyes, brows, nose, mouth, hair, freckles, complexion, the whole shape of her face, but shorter than me and local accent. It was something.
'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oof, that kind of thing is hard.
It was also nice to recognize her face. You know, like it hasn't been blurred by time? A comfort, if you will. It was an immediate recognition, not my brain grasping to map a face. I hadn't been thinking of her. But I have been now.
"I saw your doppelgänger today, but she was short and flat chested. Oh, and 18 month old cutie on her hip. I forgot to check out her hands. But it was eerie!"
Ion, I have a crazy schedule ahead:3 days of daylong meeting, neighborhood wine night tomorrow, software quick fix (if they get it working.) I'm preemptively tired.
Aww. Hugs sara.
I had dinner with friends. And once again failed to say to my one friend "I'm totes in love with. You"
Am also a little drunk
Yeah, sarameg, that aches.
Sheryl, I'm glad you had a nice birthday dinner. That sweatshirt sounds perfect.
Uh-oh, meara. How do things look in the light of day?
In a big meeting, only half paying attention, but they're talking about strategies for my division, or whatever. One of them was apparently to lay off some people (for money's sake), but they're calling it "reduce global headcount".
Ah, jargon.
I skipped a team breakfast this morning to work on annual reviews (mine and others'), but then I went online and I don't actually have access to them! Oh well.
Had a weird dream about dating someone who worked in a haunted waffle house last night.