So after our very pleasant time in Longview, we drove back up to Seattle, and drove right to where we were supposed to be, then thought it wasn’t where we were supposed to be, drove around some more, decided it *was* where we were supposed to be, drove back, found out we didn’t know what apartment # we were in, drove away again, called, found out it was the one we’d been standing in front of, and drove BACK again, finally arriving safely. Sheesh. We hung out for a while…
christmas 1
It was really a very nice week. We flew down to WA — well, actually, we flew to Oregon, because we couldn’t get a direct flight to Seattle — and the very tall, good-looking blond guy I’d seen in the Anchorage and then Portland and then Seattle airports proved to indeed be Curtis McCubbins, with whom I went to high school. He was reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and was on his way back to Utah, where he was still going to college (he graduated from high school…
home again!
Home again, with a week’s worth of entries to catch up on! Ai!
outta here
Okay, I’m outta here. Off to Seattle until the 27th. Well, effectively til the 28th. Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, all that stuff, to everybody; I don’t know if I’ll be doing any updating over the next week, so, well, if not, I’ll tell everybody all about everything on the 28th. Bai!
more on hr
So my aunt Deborah is an attorney. Mom emailed her and told her about my little set-to with my company, and asked if she and my uncle Hughie had had to submit proof of marriage to the state so Deborah could get on Hughie’s benefits, because they had different last names, too. (As Image said: Of course my spouse and I have different last names. We have different parents.”) This was Deborah’s response: Well, I think that’s bullshit. As a matter of law, you can take any name you want…