Nora's Here! Off to pick up Nilly! Later!
'Sleeper'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Ya know, I think this is the first time EVER that I have looked at a picture of myself and liked it. I am in utter shock.
Dude, you're hot. Plus, very warm, engaging smile.
So I arrived, convinced I was .5 hours early, only to find I was about .5 hours or even more, not sure, late. Very disorientling.
Which legend has it feels like 7 years in beer-thirsty-Buffista time.
We won't say anything about sitting around Saturday waiting, oh so impatiently, for beer instead of getting off our duffs to walk to the corner store. Ok, it should be said that Hec did this just about the time Java showed up with the sweet nectar.
Java, Deena and I felt soooo guilty about being late for the BBQ, we nobly denied ourselves the pleasure of a soak in Java's beautiful hot tub out on the deck.
Java, Deena and I felt soooo guilty about being late for the BBQ, we nobly denied ourselves the pleasure of a soak in Java's beautiful hot tub out on the deck.
Slugs, the lot of ya. Damn beach combers.
But we found shiny rocks and pretty things!
But we found shiny rocks and pretty things!
Note to self: remember to leave a trail of sand dollars from the beach to the liquor store next F2F
Note to self: Laugh like a loon at Hec should the next F2F be in NO (as it should be) and he has to leave sand dollars all over the Quarter.
Nora, scramble her some eggs and kosher cheese, and let her watch. Translation: Nilly omelet. I did it in a 99 cent aluminum pan I bought for the purpose. She's extremely easy to please in terms of food.
Tep, love, that link isn't working for me. Asleep on my feet and having a very bad MS day and must go to bed.
But I am with Nora on the time issue. Mine goes back to childhood, being raised with the idea that taking other peoples' time for granted by being late for no genuine reason was high on the list of unacceptable rudeness, because it meant I was, in effect, saying "your time doesn't matter." Whereas I'm rather less intense about it these days, I've never lost the sense of insult that comes from people saying sure, I'll meet you at half past one, showing up at ten to three, and acting wronged. Can't deal with it at all, unless I get a phone call: look, shit happened, will be late, not taking your time for granted, just letting you know. That, I'm fine with.
Also, sometimes? LOTS of people get affected by having timing ignored. It makes a huge difference when airplanes are being caught, for instance...
Off to sleep a bit, ache a bit less, and hopefully decrankify. But I managed to get Betsy at least a small amount of F2F quality time, lunch with Bev and Ginger.