Mooooorning.
Say... Moooooooooooooooo.
um, no reason.
You know... the reference is prol'y lost on a lot of ya,
but going to the mail box is a positively Tony Orlando like moment,
and the hundred yellow ribbons...
wearing
~ blue ftls
~ beige dockers
~ black golf shirt
~ beige two tone mildly pretentious tommy sweater
~ a digitally re-enforced smile... :)
planning
~ er... catch up on all the shyte I missed by taking half of yesterday off
~ finish a series of visio diagrams and get 'em into a report
~ on finding it a drag that West Wing isn't on tonight...
~ watching an epi of Sopranos ... :D
wishing
~ that a very sweet friend,
~ ok...
~ that
~ she's prol'y already gone, but i'm wishing the very best of holidays to my friend
~ for whatever is taking notches out of my lil'perdida... (
~ and some very heartfelt and hopeful wishes out to
The season of perpetual-busy is upon us now... with a few short weeks left before the old elf goes on a B & E craze... the day does not exist that is not prefilled with expectations and plans. gah. One year... hopefully... I will pack my little family up on December 20 and take them across the planet to spend Christmas on a cruise ship in the mediteranian... or sum'thin. :D
* I will forever remember a segment on Letterman from years ago... he's got that Remington guy that "bought the company" (sketchy memory here... but still) and they're looking at a new Nose Hair Trimmer Letterman: "So, this little baby spins at 5000 rpms? and has a double reenforced stainless steel blade edge that is sharpened to a micron?, Well then... of coures I would want to shove it up my nose..."
edit: just say'en... I've been grabbing your phone posts and clicking to "save" instead of opening them. Then I toss 'em into my winamp play list... some of them are really amazing... others truley funny and some make me all emotional... but having a great kick ass song take off the second you finish talking... is wicked cool. :D