Branduin S

It's mid-December, people, and I am CLEARED FOR TAKEOFF.


Which means Super Active Weekend starts....[looks at watch] oh, about *now*.


TONIGHT, I AM GOING TO DNA FOR XMAS MEAT, WAAA-HOO!

*click*




I'm headed out at happy hour to Mr. Smith's to celebrate Work Spouse's Last Day at Hell EVER (so traumatic), and then will truck on down to sit on Santa Pig's lap.



Tomorrow night, I am super-pleased to say that I'm making it out to this month's Hubbs:





At NEITHER of these parties will I be dressed like a slutty elf.
Or on a gogo box.
I will be wearing my OWN freaking clothes and sitting and socializing. Hooray!

You come, you see me, you mock my shoe. How does that sound?


Saturday holds the 5&D trunk sale and hosting Work Spouse's going-away party. Woof.



I'm feeling pretty stoked, folks. Things are pretty OK over here. And I'd love to see you.

...any scotch which I can afford
...jesus's supposed age at death
...the amount of time it took the African honeybees to migrate to Texas from release in Brazil

...

but still younger than me!

Happy Birthday, dearest flipping_hades. Thank you for sharing so many years with me already. Looking forward to celebrating many, many more.

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I have been extremely, extremely update-lazy as of late.


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