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So only one of the costumes (out of 30) were completely un-salvagable. Statistically speaking that is magical, manageable, and monderful. Made a few changes on the samples so a final decision could be made about length etc. etc. etc. Surprisingly and happily freed (probably) for tomorrow and plan to sleep/do list of things which I can do from home for most of the day. Huzzah.
Got hair cut and chemically treated today. Is, thankfully, not to short, though likely short enough for Mom to consider it 'looking good' for the holidays. Probably got lightened up a little from the chemical treatment, but managed to completely avoid high-lights all together.
Found out where my black character/stage shoes are - Natalie R. has them. She might even be persuaded to return them some time, if I"m lucky. Maybe I can trade her sister's Stargate SG-1 season 1 DVDs for them...
Mrs. Kline-Smith (DAKS: The Queen of Lititz - head of WHS musicland) is fatter than ever. She really actually can't even walk. Sometimes she shuffles a few feet to her car or into the building. But only with the assist of a wheeled cart. I had a good cry about this when I got home - so much for her promise to get healthy. She's probably not even well enough for gastric bypass surgery right now... :/
My snazzy Husband Abby made a rest-stop over here last night on her way home from visiting her boyfriend. (I really just like the looks on people's faces when I say something about my Husband's Boyfriend) We did a bit of club stuff for next meeting and worked on paperwork in regards to the constitution. She found a lovely dress for Yule Ball at Witman's and I'm going back to pick it up for her tomorrow.
I can't find my glass calligraphy pens - the ones for detail work. All anyone who lives in my house can tell me is that they were used for something and they've been seen marginally recently. (Note all the passive voice in that sentence)
I really really need to stop looking at Lolita dresses online. It has def. become very very bad. Ophelia prefers certain color combination, hem lines, sleeve attachments.... I'd say that that child needs to be curbed if I didn't know enough about the only kind of character I am apparently capable of playing to know that there is no one who could control her anyway.
Please Shoot me.
When my dad got home 2 hours ago he played with Burke for a while. This kind of activity always amuses me since dad was the one who was against the dog. He totally went and washed up right afterward, but he was clearly happy to see Burke again and it warms my silly heart.
Speaking of my heart - it is apparently ridiculously fickle and stupid. Definitely going to be alone and stupid for eternity. ::sigh::
Girls Reunion Lunch moved to Country Cupboard on Friday so I won't eat at the Tea Room twice this week (took Abby to eat there for lunch this morning). Evening, dual-sex, full-group reunion location is still not finalized. Everyone is 21 now and there will be drinking, whatever restaurant or whatever we're at. It'll be fine, but I hope you all don't want to just spend the entire evening completely trashed because that will make it really hard to catch up. Also really boring for me once you all go into 'sleep it off' mode.
I did ok with the shopping in that there is food in my house which I can eat/feed people. Unfortunately I totally failed in purchasing any snacks at all (except the carrots which are gone) and so I'm feeling chomp-y atm.
"So you don't give up ever?"
"Not until I'm dead. ... And sometimes not even then."
LOL. I <3 Daniel Jackson. He can knock me up with as many children as he wants any old time he wishes. I'm seriously not kidding. I would have as many kids as the Duggars if it meant I was this man's wife.
I've got a splitting headache which I can't figure out what it is from... The only thing I can figure if the electric heat I have on my chest to open the muscles which are still thick from the pneumonia. I'm actually (believe it or not) really glad to have my privacy this week to rest off this nonsence. I just can't wait to be better :/
I go now in search of pain blocker meds. And then I'll need to wake up my brother to open those blasted child/Elise proof containers. Things I really really need to teach my dog besides driving a car: how to open bottles instead of just bringing them to me.
Got hair cut and chemically treated today. Is, thankfully, not to short, though likely short enough for Mom to consider it 'looking good' for the holidays. Probably got lightened up a little from the chemical treatment, but managed to completely avoid high-lights all together.
Found out where my black character/stage shoes are - Natalie R. has them. She might even be persuaded to return them some time, if I"m lucky. Maybe I can trade her sister's Stargate SG-1 season 1 DVDs for them...
Mrs. Kline-Smith (DAKS: The Queen of Lititz - head of WHS musicland) is fatter than ever. She really actually can't even walk. Sometimes she shuffles a few feet to her car or into the building. But only with the assist of a wheeled cart. I had a good cry about this when I got home - so much for her promise to get healthy. She's probably not even well enough for gastric bypass surgery right now... :/
My snazzy Husband Abby made a rest-stop over here last night on her way home from visiting her boyfriend. (I really just like the looks on people's faces when I say something about my Husband's Boyfriend) We did a bit of club stuff for next meeting and worked on paperwork in regards to the constitution. She found a lovely dress for Yule Ball at Witman's and I'm going back to pick it up for her tomorrow.
I can't find my glass calligraphy pens - the ones for detail work. All anyone who lives in my house can tell me is that they were used for something and they've been seen marginally recently. (Note all the passive voice in that sentence)
I really really need to stop looking at Lolita dresses online. It has def. become very very bad. Ophelia prefers certain color combination, hem lines, sleeve attachments.... I'd say that that child needs to be curbed if I didn't know enough about the only kind of character I am apparently capable of playing to know that there is no one who could control her anyway.
Please Shoot me.
When my dad got home 2 hours ago he played with Burke for a while. This kind of activity always amuses me since dad was the one who was against the dog. He totally went and washed up right afterward, but he was clearly happy to see Burke again and it warms my silly heart.
Speaking of my heart - it is apparently ridiculously fickle and stupid. Definitely going to be alone and stupid for eternity. ::sigh::
Girls Reunion Lunch moved to Country Cupboard on Friday so I won't eat at the Tea Room twice this week (took Abby to eat there for lunch this morning). Evening, dual-sex, full-group reunion location is still not finalized. Everyone is 21 now and there will be drinking, whatever restaurant or whatever we're at. It'll be fine, but I hope you all don't want to just spend the entire evening completely trashed because that will make it really hard to catch up. Also really boring for me once you all go into 'sleep it off' mode.
I did ok with the shopping in that there is food in my house which I can eat/feed people. Unfortunately I totally failed in purchasing any snacks at all (except the carrots which are gone) and so I'm feeling chomp-y atm.
"So you don't give up ever?"
"Not until I'm dead. ... And sometimes not even then."
LOL. I <3 Daniel Jackson. He can knock me up with as many children as he wants any old time he wishes. I'm seriously not kidding. I would have as many kids as the Duggars if it meant I was this man's wife.
I've got a splitting headache which I can't figure out what it is from... The only thing I can figure if the electric heat I have on my chest to open the muscles which are still thick from the pneumonia. I'm actually (believe it or not) really glad to have my privacy this week to rest off this nonsence. I just can't wait to be better :/
I go now in search of pain blocker meds. And then I'll need to wake up my brother to open those blasted child/Elise proof containers. Things I really really need to teach my dog besides driving a car: how to open bottles instead of just bringing them to me.