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I've been on vacation for a while now. About a week, I think. I went to Puerto Rico to see the 'rents. That went about as well as usual. Actually, it was a little better than usual, since I was only there from Friday to Tuesday. The time limit on family visits keeps getting shorter and shorter, though. Once upon a time, I could spend a whole week with my parents before they drove me bat-shit crazy. Now it takes about three days for me to hit homicidal. I love them. I do. It's just that I find them a hell of a lot easier to love over the phone. LOL
I was already annoyed with them when I headed down there, which did not help. They pretty much railroaded me into going, (I don't have anything against spending time in PR, but let's face it, if I had to pick my ideal vacation destination, it just wouldn't be the island that I spent 17 years plotting to escape. I was thinking Vegas, actually.) and when I called to give them my itinerary, they started bitching because I wasn't spending my entire time off work with them. Dude! I get one week of vacation time. One lousy week. I have a to-do list of truly terrifying proportions. Putting aside the whole I-don't-really-want-to-go-to-PR thing, I really did have to get back in time to take care of all this stuff. Huh, maybe I should have brought pictures of the post-nuclear-fallout mess that my apartment currently is with me. Although, I don't think that would have shut them up.
Oh, well. I did get to eat some ridiculously good food in between being dragged to see relatives. Also, I didn't kill anyone. Hell, I didn't even fight with anyone. I think this might have been the best visit with the folks ever. *g*
Now, I'm home and wading through laundry. But all is good, because I got my bpal in the mail this morning. Yay! I am made so insanely happy by this stuff. I swear that my sense of smell has actually gotten sharper since I started wearing these. The bpal peeps sent me three extra imps in this order, too, which is just cool. They sound delish. Under the cut are the descriptions of the loot, because those are as good as the perfumes and I want to keep them handy.
( mmm, bpal )
I go back to the bridal desk of doom on Tuesday, and I will be asking people to sniff me. LOL
In the meantime, I must finish the laundry, and clean my apartment, and oh, yeah, fight with Harvard some more. All the while resisting the urge to go see Serenity again. Four times is enough, right? That should definitely hold me over until it comes out on DVD. Right?
I was already annoyed with them when I headed down there, which did not help. They pretty much railroaded me into going, (I don't have anything against spending time in PR, but let's face it, if I had to pick my ideal vacation destination, it just wouldn't be the island that I spent 17 years plotting to escape. I was thinking Vegas, actually.) and when I called to give them my itinerary, they started bitching because I wasn't spending my entire time off work with them. Dude! I get one week of vacation time. One lousy week. I have a to-do list of truly terrifying proportions. Putting aside the whole I-don't-really-want-to-go-to-PR thing, I really did have to get back in time to take care of all this stuff. Huh, maybe I should have brought pictures of the post-nuclear-fallout mess that my apartment currently is with me. Although, I don't think that would have shut them up.
Oh, well. I did get to eat some ridiculously good food in between being dragged to see relatives. Also, I didn't kill anyone. Hell, I didn't even fight with anyone. I think this might have been the best visit with the folks ever. *g*
Now, I'm home and wading through laundry. But all is good, because I got my bpal in the mail this morning. Yay! I am made so insanely happy by this stuff. I swear that my sense of smell has actually gotten sharper since I started wearing these. The bpal peeps sent me three extra imps in this order, too, which is just cool. They sound delish. Under the cut are the descriptions of the loot, because those are as good as the perfumes and I want to keep them handy.
( mmm, bpal )
I go back to the bridal desk of doom on Tuesday, and I will be asking people to sniff me. LOL
In the meantime, I must finish the laundry, and clean my apartment, and oh, yeah, fight with Harvard some more. All the while resisting the urge to go see Serenity again. Four times is enough, right? That should definitely hold me over until it comes out on DVD. Right?
