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[copied from dland]

Like Summer-Gale, I always figured that Sophie made the choice she did because she thought a boy, and an older child, would have the best chance of survival.

My dippy niece -- not Wonderful Niece, but the one on the Hubs' side -- lost the gift card I gave her for Christmas from the Giant Jeans Conglomerate. Her mother called and told me the other day. Yada yada yada I made a zillion phone calls and searched through my unfiled papers for the receipt and now I have to stay home this afternoon because UPS is delivering it today and they require a signature. Am I being a dope here, or what? The SIL would have gladly made all the calls but she would have needed the receipt, and I bought other things that day and she didn't need to see all that, did she? When you lose a gift card, isn't that just your own damn fault? Do you expect to get it replaced? I don't know, just asking. Anyway, I'll send it out tomorrow and then she'll have it and it'll be over (as I thought Christmas already was, foolish me.)

I was leaving work before, driving out of the parking lot, and thinking "This week is so long! How can it be only Tuesday, it feels like so much later in the week!" and then I started to laugh and said "Oh, because it's Wednesday." Does it even make a difference?

Oh, I got my bookends today, along with a bunch of other stuff. Getting there, getting there. (That was 300 bookends, btw, which the SCM put out. He's good for some things, after all.)

I'm cold, I'm tired, my back hurts. Just to remind you that this is still me you're reading.

Okay, I've let this go on long enough. I'm going to put on my jammies and eagerly await my Beauty and the Geek. Huddled under a blanket.


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