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nirix5Happy Birthday Anna and Heather, indeed. There's not that much to post about this particular party in this journal- I think it was one of those you-had-to-be-there things, but when Andy gets the pictures developed I'll post them.
And no, it's not what it looks like. No one got married.
(I think?)
And the boys peed on the school. Anna and I walked down the path while they did; we had to pee to but being girls makes urinating on buildings somewhat difficult. So we used the bathroom in Tom's house. Yep.
Jen brought me a fish. I have joined the ranks of people with betta fishes. I named him Annûn, which is Sindarin for "sunset," but I think I'm going to call him Pet most of the time, after the Pet in "Biting the Sun" who was all kinds of belligerent. We're going to have that kind of relationship, I think. He's all 'Give me the food, bitch.' You know. I like him.
Okay. So I've got all this stuff left over from Friday. But almost no kahlua. Cool? Perhaps, at a later date.
Carol's coming over Thursday to help me with my dress. Hooray. I have to go into work tomorrow, but at least it's not very early. Had to go in at two this morning to let the floor-cleaning guys out so Ken wouldn't have to get his lazy ass out of bed and do it himself. Whatever.
I also had a list of things to do today, but I wound up falling asleep instead. Again, whatever.
Anna (and whoever else wants to check it out) here's the link for the Bagenders thing I was telling you about. It's long, but every single thing is worth reading; it's absolutely hysterical. And everyone should read them since they're great fodder for inside jokes.
http://bagenders.stormpages.com/index.html
I don't know. I just have this inside joke fetish.
My fish is simply groshing.
And no, it's not what it looks like. No one got married.
(I think?)
And the boys peed on the school. Anna and I walked down the path while they did; we had to pee to but being girls makes urinating on buildings somewhat difficult. So we used the bathroom in Tom's house. Yep.
Jen brought me a fish. I have joined the ranks of people with betta fishes. I named him Annûn, which is Sindarin for "sunset," but I think I'm going to call him Pet most of the time, after the Pet in "Biting the Sun" who was all kinds of belligerent. We're going to have that kind of relationship, I think. He's all 'Give me the food, bitch.' You know. I like him.
Okay. So I've got all this stuff left over from Friday. But almost no kahlua. Cool? Perhaps, at a later date.
Carol's coming over Thursday to help me with my dress. Hooray. I have to go into work tomorrow, but at least it's not very early. Had to go in at two this morning to let the floor-cleaning guys out so Ken wouldn't have to get his lazy ass out of bed and do it himself. Whatever.
I also had a list of things to do today, but I wound up falling asleep instead. Again, whatever.
Anna (and whoever else wants to check it out) here's the link for the Bagenders thing I was telling you about. It's long, but every single thing is worth reading; it's absolutely hysterical. And everyone should read them since they're great fodder for inside jokes.
http://bagenders.stormpages.com/index.html
I don't know. I just have this inside joke fetish.
My fish is simply groshing.
