friday afternoon interactions

[threeplusfire]

It's cold so I want to sleep long hours.

I'm slaving away for a few more hours yet over FEMA maps drawn by drunk men with compasses and geology degrees. So I turn to the internet for mental sustenance, and steal leftover wedding cake from another bay. One of my coworkers works nights with a catering company and he brought leftover food for us.

Ask me a question you're dying to ask. Ask me to say something nice about you. Ask me to say something mean about the President. Tell me something, anything.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I know it's a slip, but I started laughing hysterically when I saw your typed Gene instead of Alan. Somewhere out there, I hope Gene's ears are burning. :P

I think people were very surprised, especially as I spent much of the year before that summer ranting about how I would never get married. My father thought I was pregnant, and was less than thrilled when I first spoke to him. one of my grandmothers decided not to attend the wedding, for reasons unknown to me. My best friend was pretty upset at the time.

But I think now, it's calmed down. I think the people involved in my life see that it was the right choice and know that deep down despite temporary trials that I am happy.

As for you, I would have to say you have the most wonderful circle of friends about you and so many of them have cuddly, bouncy small babies. Despite your grumpy frumpy inlaws, I think you are blessed with so many good people around you. You're also witty and make smart, sharp remarks from time to time on various subjects that make me reply out loud.

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how funny that is though. Bwahahah!

Ahh, Rickman. Dear man of my heart, supplanted by another Alan with dark hair and graceful hands. He never did send me an engagement ring, so I had to go with the other Alan. :P

I completely understand that feeling. I suppose your best revenge is living well.