The gorgeous and amazing Keri has a new set up this morning... everyone should go marvel in her loveliness. And make sure to tell her how feckin gorgeous she is! 
In other news, life is insane. Work is almost done (3 more days). The girls are taking me out to the local beer joint (aka: the kind of dark dank dirty bar you don't want to wear your name tag to for fear of being recognized) after work on Friday night on the bosses credit card. Woo! Always good when someone else pays. We figure we'll get the boss a little tipsy and con her into paying for dinner somewhere too!
I love my Grammie. Last week I got an envelope in the mailbox. Inside was a check with a post it on it. The post it said "Steph, this is to help pay for your surgery. I love you" The check was for $1500. I promptly called her to tell her I couldn't accept after my mother told me she would murder me if I didn't tear the check up immediately. (My Grams isn't someone who has that kind of money. She would have scrimped and pinched to get the much extra to send) I tell her "Grammie, thank you so much for sending me the check, but I can't accept that. It is way too much. PLus my mother will murder me if I don't tear it up." She said (*and I quote) "Tell you mother it is none of her damn business. And if you don't march your little fanny to the bank tomorrow and deposit that check, I am not coming to your wedding" Girl's a spitfire I tell ya!
Everyone think good thoughts, cause me and Gowings need to find a new place to live.
In other news, life is insane. Work is almost done (3 more days). The girls are taking me out to the local beer joint (aka: the kind of dark dank dirty bar you don't want to wear your name tag to for fear of being recognized) after work on Friday night on the bosses credit card. Woo! Always good when someone else pays. We figure we'll get the boss a little tipsy and con her into paying for dinner somewhere too!
I love my Grammie. Last week I got an envelope in the mailbox. Inside was a check with a post it on it. The post it said "Steph, this is to help pay for your surgery. I love you" The check was for $1500. I promptly called her to tell her I couldn't accept after my mother told me she would murder me if I didn't tear the check up immediately. (My Grams isn't someone who has that kind of money. She would have scrimped and pinched to get the much extra to send) I tell her "Grammie, thank you so much for sending me the check, but I can't accept that. It is way too much. PLus my mother will murder me if I don't tear it up." She said (*and I quote) "Tell you mother it is none of her damn business. And if you don't march your little fanny to the bank tomorrow and deposit that check, I am not coming to your wedding" Girl's a spitfire I tell ya!
Everyone think good thoughts, cause me and Gowings need to find a new place to live.
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punknitemike:
so when is your wedding date? cause i sure hope you use that flight you have and come out to see us here in the midwest sometime, cause we still wanna meet ya!
timber_:
yes! drinks on the boss, right on. and your grammie sounds sooooo rad!