Nov 09, 2006 16:20
Holy crap, my birthday is two days away.
The odds makers in Vegas are tearing up the betting tickets even now, as the chances of me living to thirty one were at about a thousand to one earlier this year.
Of course, I could still get hit by a bus tomorrow, so ya never know. Don't give up hope yet, you crazy gamblers.
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Hey, Vic. How's by you?
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I'm fairly well. Haven't figured out what to do, if anything, for Thanksgiving. Will probably end up cooking for the Embryon.
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ANYWAY. We don't do Thanksgiving here across the pond, donchaknow. So if you wish to escape the madness, this is a holiday free zone here.
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How are the Hands, idly? I didn't see them when we visited.
That is a great temptation. I might hide over there if the feeling of Thanks gets to be too much. I'll bring stuffing if I do.
I must preemptively predict a food fight in the Embryon household.
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But, yes. You and I need to chat more anyway, we can do a girl's night or something.
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...Perhaps. Not too good at girl's night. 'Something' is much more preferable.
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But yes, that would be nice.
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