One thing I'd nearly forgotten, in the rush to get ready for the trip for Rudder's grandparents' anniversary and all the other July travel, is that it's our anniversary on Monday. We're flying home that day, so we can go out for either a nice dinner or fireworks that evening, but I really ought to get him something. Only problem is, I have no idea what. Dang.
Posted by dichroic at June 27, 2005 02:11 PMYeah. Not guts... just my "I've had enough of this shite" meter hit it's limit at 8:10 am this mornign when the Nasty started shoving a 5 week old FNG iniquity down my throat... She hasn't wanted me there from the get go. It was her fiancee ie the big boss who wanted an office person to run the front end of the business so she could do only the books... Just how, I ask myself, ever so bitterly and obviously rhetorically, do I get myself into these situations? Dunno but it's apparent that I'm learnign how to rapidly remove myself from them... Happy Anniversary a week early. Best to Rudder and big hug and much love to you. -J
Posted by: Jenn at June 27, 2005 08:49 PM