New Years Cards are the way to go.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
I'm still hoping to send out cards. I figure I've got a week.
Man, good news/bad news:
Really bad news: the son of another friend of my mother's just died also. My poor mom is kind of a mess today, as you might imagine.
Good news: I made it to the next round in this interview process!
Bad news: it's writing a thing that's due Thursday at 6pm, and I have choir tonight and office party on Wednesday.
Good news: it's not a huge project
Better news: Saw Brenda! Good times.
Yay good news! Boo bad news. :(
Anyone have any good methods for stopping an incipient crush? I can feel myself going there but I rationally know that even if this person was interested in me it would be a terrible plan--we make good friends and I don't want to ruin that, but I also think we would not make a good couple!!
Can you envision the aftermath if it happened and then went bad?
Jesse, I'm wishing you an improved good to bad news ratio. :(
Anyone have any good methods for stopping an incipient crush? I can feel myself going there but I rationally know that even if this person was interested in me it would be a terrible plan--we make good friends and I don't want to ruin that, but I also think we would not make a good couple!!
Hm. When I feel like I've been developing on a crush that could prove inappropriate (which given the whole married-and-monogamous thing, is most of them that aren't on fictional characters or athletes/actors I'm unlikely to meet outside of my TV screen), I just kinda relentlessly remind myself of the reasons for the inappropriateness and try to avoid flirty behavior. Like, there's one friend where I only let myself do the "shared inside joke because we have the dirtiest and geekiest minds in this place" look maybe a quarter of the times I *want* to, because I'm too aware of the if-we-were-both-single potential that's between us.
Of course. Tonight I discover the seal on my kitchen sink drain is shot and leaking. It's totally something I'd DIY, but I DON'T HAVE TIME.
Like Susan, I haven't found any cure for *feeling* the crush, but reminding yourself of the inappropriateness at least wards off public humiliation.
I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th. I just have to get to the 13th.
I'm not entirely convinced my mom won't show up this weekend. Really, really had to just talk her out of it. I do miserable alone best, I don't need another person to worry about, my friends nearby can check on me and if I need a lot more help than anticipated, there are enough of them to cover it.
It'd be out of character for her to ignore my unequivocal DON'Ts, but then I've never had surgery before.
Ooof Sarameg so much settle-down until the 13th for your parts.