break down
so it's t-minus eight days.
that's right people, eight days. You can count them on your fingers (or your toes, which ever your fancy). I think it really hit me today.
or maybe it was my hard drive crashing that hit me. Hit me hard. Real, unadulterated panic ensued. So today was a day for rebuilding.
rebuilding banners. rebuilding this month's entire issue. rebuilding wedding stuff. rebuilding the daily news for the celebrate recovery summit which, I'm afraid, will just have to wait until next week.
I had lunch with one of my very old friends today. From elementary school, actually. She has changed. A lot. And yet, in some ways, not at all. It's kind of funny. Well, it wasn't really funny at the time. Our lunch was actually a three hour ordeal. It wasn't all bad. It was kind of interesting. I tipped our waiter at cafe tu tu tango way too much. Which is odd, considering that I wasn't exactly in a super happy mood. Ah, the things we do.
mom and April get here in two days. I paid the deposit at the ranch yesterday. Sam kept asking me all these questions about what we were going to do, and I had no idea. I was just like, oh, um, I think my sister's doing that, I'll check with her.
my back hurts. A lot. I will be happy to have a bed again.
I'm tired. I can't believe that we're going to the ball game tonight. We are going to die. All of us. I don't know how we're going to make it.
oh well, it will be fun. Out of the ordinary.
Sunday will be good. I'll get to cook a lot. I'm looking forward to that.
love you all. Can't wait to see you in eight days.
m
that's right people, eight days. You can count them on your fingers (or your toes, which ever your fancy). I think it really hit me today.
or maybe it was my hard drive crashing that hit me. Hit me hard. Real, unadulterated panic ensued. So today was a day for rebuilding.
rebuilding banners. rebuilding this month's entire issue. rebuilding wedding stuff. rebuilding the daily news for the celebrate recovery summit which, I'm afraid, will just have to wait until next week.
I had lunch with one of my very old friends today. From elementary school, actually. She has changed. A lot. And yet, in some ways, not at all. It's kind of funny. Well, it wasn't really funny at the time. Our lunch was actually a three hour ordeal. It wasn't all bad. It was kind of interesting. I tipped our waiter at cafe tu tu tango way too much. Which is odd, considering that I wasn't exactly in a super happy mood. Ah, the things we do.
mom and April get here in two days. I paid the deposit at the ranch yesterday. Sam kept asking me all these questions about what we were going to do, and I had no idea. I was just like, oh, um, I think my sister's doing that, I'll check with her.
my back hurts. A lot. I will be happy to have a bed again.
I'm tired. I can't believe that we're going to the ball game tonight. We are going to die. All of us. I don't know how we're going to make it.
oh well, it will be fun. Out of the ordinary.
Sunday will be good. I'll get to cook a lot. I'm looking forward to that.
love you all. Can't wait to see you in eight days.
m
posted by Mel at 4:10 PM
3 Comments:
I know! It just hit me today. Did you realize that from now on, the Christmas gift you'll get from me will have to be a gift to both you _and_ Tom? That means no more toe socks and girly movies. How about fruitcake? :)
eh. if it's fruit cake from you, it can't be _so_ bad =)
m
Ok, ok. Maybe I could get you both a fruit cake, and I could get you some toe socks on top of that. :) Problem solved! :)
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