I antagonized him by saying that I was going to have a big, lavish package delivered to his work so everyone would know it was his special day and embarrass him. Partly because of this he had a fitful sleep last night because he likes to keep a low profile at work. One of my coworkers said I was mean.
The long and short of it is that the "delivery" was for a package of 10 yoga sessions which was "delivered" via email.
To thank me, he responded to Yogapod that he loved me. Hi. I'm Yogapod.
It was a fun night: Sophie's for dinner and then a stroll through our old Kerrisdale stomping grounds and a beer at the Cheshire. Good times.
To round out the night my sister in law sent me this, which makes me want to avoid everything that was said at the Republican convention because it will reduce me to a hysterical screaming mass of angry, seething flesh.
Tell Micholito that I said feliz nacemiento. I only saw the part when Clint Eastwood said "We own this country" I agreed. So I quit there, that was enough.
ReplyDeleteActually, unfortunately you only own 68% of your country. China owns about 8%. Scary, scary shit. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_public_debt#Foreign_holdings
ReplyDeleteCrap! I forgot about that because the politicians have been down playing if for years. Maybe Clint should have mentioned that and suggested that we kick someone's ass to get it back.
ReplyDeleteNah, we're screwed... I'm moving to Costa Rica.
Shhhh, don't tell anyone but, hubby says that we aren't paying anyone back!
ReplyDeleteI'll keep it on the down low. ;)
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