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…
disabused of cherished notions
My parents have just been disabusing Deirdre and me of any notions we had that we were getting away with reading in bed as children. I’d actually been disabused of the notion a few years ago, but am being further disabused now, by Dad saying that he only knew we were doing it when Mom sent him downstairs to fling the doors open and shout, “AH HAH!” which even now makes me cringe in embarrassment and humiliation at getting caught. I didn’t know Mom *sent* him, sheesh. :) Deirdre, however,…