Blogger mysteriously wouldn't let me into my account for the past few days, which was maybe an ok thing since I'm kind of losing it.
Last night was the going-away extravaganza for TheRev, which means he's actually gone. I didn't really want to go; Rita and Joanna convinced me to stay for the service (and Holly gave me awesome tissues with duckies on them, which I used liberally), which was about as wrenching as I suspected it would be. The best part was TheRev wasn't supposed to preach, but he couldn't resist jumping in, and when he started, SassyPriest's wireless microphone was still on but she didn't realize it, so the small comment she made under her breath about this not being part of the plan was amplified. Heh.
I put together a slideshow (Twelve Years in Five Minutes), which seemed to go over well; everyone laughed when they were supposed to and went awwww when they were supposed to.
The office is closed today; conveniently it's an actual holiday, although I suspect we would have come up with something else if we had to. I slept until noon, and woke up to find that Dennis was making me comfort food for dinner (baked roma tomatoes!) and had arranged everything for me to have whatever kind of day I need to have. I would just like to note for the 15,294th time this year that my husband rocks mightily.
I'm kind of a morose little muffin today.
I captured this a few days ago, when Dennis was the victim of the dreaded Venus Bellytrap. Why yes, come pet my soft soft belly fur...if you dare. link | Comments []
