Go, Matt!
My personal stuff is on track, but I will be damned if I can do anything here at work. Partly I'm waiting for other people, but I really could be starting new things in the meantime! Oh well. At least I'm not coming in tomorrow. And next week is National Filing Week, isn't it?
DH is cleaning out the basement. Over the weekend, he read a couple hundred pages of something I wrote. I find both totally sexy AND awesome holiday presents. Signed, old and decrepit.
My sister keeps calling me, giving me the play-by-play of her and my niece's search for a last-minute Christmas tree. She's funny. She just called me again, singing "Oh Christmas Bush, oh Christmas bush..." I told her it's all good, small ones are easier to get through the door.
I have already seen Christmas trees out on the curb! WTF.
I have already seen Christmas trees out on the curb! WTF.
I'm taking ours down tomorrow because I don't want to come home to dried up tree.
You think they're going to bring the tree with them to the Cape?
And...I don't know where my passport is. Great. I'll be heads down for a while.
Oh my god, bonny, i am so very, very sorry. I am heartbroken forr you, absolutely broken. Oh, my dear, i am weeping for you as i type.
If you need anything at all, call or email and if i can do it i will.
So much love and strength to you. I am sorrier than my feeble words can express...
Oh, bonny, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Oh, bonny, I'm so sorry. But you did the right thing, and he left you free of pain. It's the hardest thing about being a pet owner, but you did it.