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So Thursday someone rang the doorbell around noon. Thinking it's the J-dubs (what my brother calls Jehovah Witnesses), I ran and hid. Turned out it was the postman attempting to deliver a package. The little "sorry I missed you" slip stated the sender's name was "Canada" (yeah, okay *snort*). I think to myself, "who do I know in Canada?" Of course the first name that springs to mind is Paul Gross...then I put the crack pipe down, because I asked who I knew in Canada, not who I'd like to "know" in the biblical sense (heh), and I go " ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darker_one!" At first I thought this was the wayward Christmas package she'd sent my way, but it turned out to be tons better (then again, I don't know what she'd tried to mail down to me earlier; perhaps is *was* Paul Gross - has he been MIA lately?), although I didn't end up getting it until right before leaving for work on Friday. I got the most amazing box of exotic Canadian candies*, a blatant bit of propaganda concealed as a neat fountain-like pen (hee!), and a beautiful bead necklace. It was such a neat gift, with an awesome postcard besides. I don't know whether I should eat the candy or save then, although the Smarties are tempting the hell out of me right now. Everyone's weekend should be kicked off with a care package like that one (look what you've done! you've started a precedent!).
Right. Worked Friday into Saturday, then I came home, napped, and headed out to Main Street to (finally!) meet up withcaptainschlumpy. My initial plan was for us to pow-wow in Starbucks, but as the place was crowded top to bottom I ended up dragging her over to a nice dim sum spot I'd been to in the past - only thing was dim sum "hour" was over. We had dinner, chatting all the while, then "afterpartied" in the (thankfully) more empty Starbucks a little while later. So much fun. It's always neat to meet folk you've been connected to for a while and find out they're just as interesting as you'd imagined.
Now I'm carting my heathen behind off to church. Happy Bunny Day, folks. :)
P.S. - Life, you better keep this up for a little while. I haven't frowned in, like, two days. It's a frickin' new record.
**grin* I'm sorry, but "exotic" and "Canadian" in the vicinity of one another always makes me laugh (unless it's referencing...you know, I think I'll just stop mentioning the man's name).
darker_one!" At first I thought this was the wayward Christmas package she'd sent my way, but it turned out to be tons better (then again, I don't know what she'd tried to mail down to me earlier; perhaps is *was* Paul Gross - has he been MIA lately?), although I didn't end up getting it until right before leaving for work on Friday. I got the most amazing box of exotic Canadian candies*, a blatant bit of propaganda concealed as a neat fountain-like pen (hee!), and a beautiful bead necklace. It was such a neat gift, with an awesome postcard besides. I don't know whether I should eat the candy or save then, although the Smarties are tempting the hell out of me right now. Everyone's weekend should be kicked off with a care package like that one (look what you've done! you've started a precedent!). Right. Worked Friday into Saturday, then I came home, napped, and headed out to Main Street to (finally!) meet up with
captainschlumpy. My initial plan was for us to pow-wow in Starbucks, but as the place was crowded top to bottom I ended up dragging her over to a nice dim sum spot I'd been to in the past - only thing was dim sum "hour" was over. We had dinner, chatting all the while, then "afterpartied" in the (thankfully) more empty Starbucks a little while later. So much fun. It's always neat to meet folk you've been connected to for a while and find out they're just as interesting as you'd imagined. Now I'm carting my heathen behind off to church. Happy Bunny Day, folks. :)
P.S. - Life, you better keep this up for a little while. I haven't frowned in, like, two days. It's a frickin' new record.
**grin* I'm sorry, but "exotic" and "Canadian" in the vicinity of one another always makes me laugh (unless it's referencing...you know, I think I'll just stop mentioning the man's name).
