My Advent Calendar: 17th - 20th December 2005. Also, Rambly Things.
I've just seen Minnesota described as West North Central United States. Um. Riiiiiight. Where are East and South? They feel lonely and left out.
Honestly. West North Central? This is worse than tristaCompass.
I am officially Not Well. Again and/or still. My snot content is high again, something I'm sure The FriendBots were desperately curious about. As a result, I have been rather inattentive to my FriendBots page since Friday, so if you directed anything toward me between Friday and right this very second, it's likely that I missed it.
My sister, dawnshine, keeps saying "rat bastard." It keeps cracking me up. Also, she is evidently supposed to answer the phone at work with some sort of holiday cheerfulosity that involves the world superfantastic. Only pronounced superfantastic. This is funny enough as it is, but if you knew dawnshine you would be unable to continue reading my post because you'd have knocked yourself out when your head hit the floor as a result of falling out of your chair with Teh Laughy.
Saturday:
Oh, ghost_light, how I adore you. Two of my very favoritest things in all the world. Yum.
Sunday:
Hmm. So many possibilities. I hope they turn out to be something good and not something dreadful like monster eyeballs.
Monday:
Oh, just what I always wanted. Thank you. Did you happen to include a gift receipt?
Today:
Yay for mince pies! Thank you, uvaspina!
I've actually asked for mince pies, and am deeply disappointed that they have not yet arrived. My little hopes get all up each day, waiting for the mail, and each day they are dashed. I cannot believe my little tin o' mince pies is not here yet. dawnshine, will you please tell Mom that something must have gone wrong in the post and that perhaps she should send another batch? Surely she has not forgotten?
Coworker J: So, trista, are you still enjoying all this? *waves in vague manner toward window, indicating snow and general weathery sorts of things*
The trista: I am.
J: Seriously?! This is hell. *pause* Frozen over.
*shriek*
Honestly. West North Central? This is worse than tristaCompass.
I am officially Not Well. Again and/or still. My snot content is high again, something I'm sure The FriendBots were desperately curious about. As a result, I have been rather inattentive to my FriendBots page since Friday, so if you directed anything toward me between Friday and right this very second, it's likely that I missed it.
My sister, dawnshine, keeps saying "rat bastard." It keeps cracking me up. Also, she is evidently supposed to answer the phone at work with some sort of holiday cheerfulosity that involves the world superfantastic. Only pronounced superfantastic. This is funny enough as it is, but if you knew dawnshine you would be unable to continue reading my post because you'd have knocked yourself out when your head hit the floor as a result of falling out of your chair with Teh Laughy.
Saturday:
Oh, ghost_light, how I adore you. Two of my very favoritest things in all the world. Yum.
Sunday:
Hmm. So many possibilities. I hope they turn out to be something good and not something dreadful like monster eyeballs.
Monday:
Oh, just what I always wanted. Thank you. Did you happen to include a gift receipt?
Today:
Yay for mince pies! Thank you, uvaspina!
I've actually asked for mince pies, and am deeply disappointed that they have not yet arrived. My little hopes get all up each day, waiting for the mail, and each day they are dashed. I cannot believe my little tin o' mince pies is not here yet. dawnshine, will you please tell Mom that something must have gone wrong in the post and that perhaps she should send another batch? Surely she has not forgotten?
Coworker J: So, trista, are you still enjoying all this? *waves in vague manner toward window, indicating snow and general weathery sorts of things*
The trista: I am.
J: Seriously?! This is hell. *pause* Frozen over.
*shriek*