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I registered for some silver reindeer statuettes for my holiday shower and didn't get them. I was deepy saddened, especially so when I went by Personal Expressions (the name of the store where I was registered) and saw that they were no longer on my registry table.
I decided that they had allowed the silver reindeer to be SOLD off of my table. I picture some frosted haired sikeston wench wanting them for a party and LYING to the proprietess, saying she was buying for my shower, when in fact, she was just going to display them on her sofa table from Michael Tanner.
Therefore, I went on a mad search online to find them, but I never did.
Gone forever.
Well...then, my mom's friend stopped by yesterday with an engagement present.
Lo and behold...BOTH of my silver reindeer!
So yay for that.
Also yay for the fact that the billboard people (yes, I work for a lawyer with a billboard)just dropped off a huge platter of gigantic muffins.
And...I called a client so that she could explain her paystubs to me (you would never believe the complexity of some of these paystubs) and I had to leave a message.
Her answering machine was without an outgoing message, but instead, it played "working man blues."
cool, cool, cool.
I decided that they had allowed the silver reindeer to be SOLD off of my table. I picture some frosted haired sikeston wench wanting them for a party and LYING to the proprietess, saying she was buying for my shower, when in fact, she was just going to display them on her sofa table from Michael Tanner.
Therefore, I went on a mad search online to find them, but I never did.
Gone forever.
Well...then, my mom's friend stopped by yesterday with an engagement present.
Lo and behold...BOTH of my silver reindeer!
So yay for that.
Also yay for the fact that the billboard people (yes, I work for a lawyer with a billboard)just dropped off a huge platter of gigantic muffins.
And...I called a client so that she could explain her paystubs to me (you would never believe the complexity of some of these paystubs) and I had to leave a message.
Her answering machine was without an outgoing message, but instead, it played "working man blues."
cool, cool, cool.