|
15 January
So after work yesterday was Molly's birthday party (the big two), which was dinner and presents and cake with Cynthia, Fran, Katie, John (Katie's dad) and myself in attendance.
One of Molly's prezzies was a bag of lollipops, which she made sure that everyone ate. She said to me:
"I want you to lick it! Please lick it, Kymmie!"
"I sure haven't heard that sentence in awhile, but I always figured that when I heard it again it would be from someone a little older."
The most extremely strangest thing happened yesterday. I got a call from a friend asking me if I would design the website for her company's site! She is not web-savvy, nor I think is anyone else in the company, and I'm probably the only wired person anyone knows. They cannot know that I am famed for being the worst designer in all the land! I have Lucy on call for graphics and she told me what to charge, so we'll see. But isn't it just the strangest thing?
In our Christmas cards this year (I'm sending mine out this weekend to those I promised, I promise!) we festively told everyone that Daddy had died, because we were pretty certain to have missed people out at the time. Well, after Christmas we got a card from the Garfalls, who said: "We did not enjoy our post-Christmas after hearing from you regarding Bill passing away!" Which I know meant that they were shocked and saddened, but made me laugh because it sounded like they were saying: "Thanks a damn lot for ruining our Christmas! What are you planning for New Years? Should we brace ourselves?"
Here's a trick that probably everyone on earth already knew, but it was new to me, so I thought I'd pass it on. You know how to keep yourself from making the stupid mistake of writing the "1997" on your checks? Sit down right now and write "1998" on them right now all at once and you won't look like an ass! Of course, that doesn't stop you from writing "1997" everywhere else, but checks are the most important.
One year ago today:
* Yesterday / Index / This Month / Tomorrow *
Logo by Lucy Huntzinger
This page was written by hand. My hand. Only
pussies use HTML editors.
|