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Due to recent events (and the fact that I'm a nutter) I will be heavily editing what I read on my flist in the coming weeks. So... if you've posted something that you think I should see and I didn't respond, chances are I didn't see it. Not trying to be a snot or a snob, just not quite able to handle all the bickering about and devastation of the hurricane without losing my lunch.
On to other depressing news - I celebrate my second annual 29th birthday in a month. Actually, the celebrating will probably be some time in the week or two before the actual date of birth as I've never really been all that anal about having a party on the day. I gave the friends two options - end of September or end of October - and we decided to go with the Renfest/Birthday extravaganza option of the September 24/25th weekend.
Now I just have to decide if I'm taking Colonel Brandon with me or not. On the one hand, what will I do with him during Renfest? I could dress him up funny and take him along but he's had absolutely no obedience training and I really don't feel like spending eight hours strapped into a corset chasing a barking, giddy 45 pound dog around a crowded Ren Faire. On the other hand, he loves Alex's house and that's the only time he gets to run free in a yard. But then there are ticks which make me sort of squicked out.
Plus, I should visit my parent's at some point. All in all I'm looking at at least a week, possibly more, that I'll be gone. If I kennel the dog as well as the cats... that's a whole lot of money.
I'll figure it out. Somehow.
And I got a call from my FRG POS LMNOPQ Whatsit whomever person today wanting to know if I was possibly dead or something since I've yet to go to any of the meetings. "Meetings? We have those?"
She was almost as unamused as I was.
Anywho - she filled me in on all sorts of rumors that she wanted to reassure me were totally not true (and which I had never even heard before since I pretty much ignore the fact that I am an Army Spouse) and gave me an ETA of when I can expect my soldier to return to his home base (assuming the elections in Iraq stay on schedule)...
And then she dropped the bomb.
When the soldiers return there will be a formal. Hubby is required to attend, spouses are greatly encouraged.
A formal. As in - and these are her words - "you'll need a prom dress".
Cause, you know, there's nothing athirty soon to be twenty-nine (again) year-old chubby woman loves more than looking for a formal gown. Especially during prom season.
I hate people.
On to other depressing news - I celebrate my second annual 29th birthday in a month. Actually, the celebrating will probably be some time in the week or two before the actual date of birth as I've never really been all that anal about having a party on the day. I gave the friends two options - end of September or end of October - and we decided to go with the Renfest/Birthday extravaganza option of the September 24/25th weekend.
Now I just have to decide if I'm taking Colonel Brandon with me or not. On the one hand, what will I do with him during Renfest? I could dress him up funny and take him along but he's had absolutely no obedience training and I really don't feel like spending eight hours strapped into a corset chasing a barking, giddy 45 pound dog around a crowded Ren Faire. On the other hand, he loves Alex's house and that's the only time he gets to run free in a yard. But then there are ticks which make me sort of squicked out.
Plus, I should visit my parent's at some point. All in all I'm looking at at least a week, possibly more, that I'll be gone. If I kennel the dog as well as the cats... that's a whole lot of money.
I'll figure it out. Somehow.
And I got a call from my FRG POS LMNOPQ Whatsit whomever person today wanting to know if I was possibly dead or something since I've yet to go to any of the meetings. "Meetings? We have those?"
She was almost as unamused as I was.
Anywho - she filled me in on all sorts of rumors that she wanted to reassure me were totally not true (and which I had never even heard before since I pretty much ignore the fact that I am an Army Spouse) and gave me an ETA of when I can expect my soldier to return to his home base (assuming the elections in Iraq stay on schedule)...
And then she dropped the bomb.
When the soldiers return there will be a formal. Hubby is required to attend, spouses are greatly encouraged.
A formal. As in - and these are her words - "you'll need a prom dress".
Cause, you know, there's nothing a
I hate people.
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